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confidently,
pointing out the bricks they should avoid. Monte looks to the men, “Everybody
got it?”
    The men nod.
    Monte looks back to the impaled man to see he’s no longer
moving, “Alright, slowly.”
    The men move down the tunnel cautiously, on edge, stepping
over the booby-trapped bricks. German bodies litter the corridor, some impaled
by spikes, others with bloody wounds.
    “Who are they fighting?” Oddball asks.
    “Shut up,” Monte says over his shoulder.
    The hallway ends at an octagon-shaped room with passages
leading in eight directions. Gunfire and screaming echo through the room, and
the nervous Americans look down every corridor for the unseen enemy.
    “Which way?” Pilch asks.
    A sickening scream of agony comes from the dark, and Pilch
spins, looking for the source.
    “Which way!” Pilch yells.
    The scream intensifies into shrieks of pain and then
suddenly stops.
    Oddball turns around to go back the way they came, “Fuck
this.” Monte grabs him, spinning him back and into the room. Gunfire continues
to echo through the passage.
    Monte listens but can't discern which passage the sounds are
coming from, “Yusif, get us out of here!”
    Yusif examines the hieroglyphic carved into the stone floor.
He indicates a passage, “This way.”
    “Are you sure?” Monte asks.
    Yusif nods and leads off.
    Pilch watches him go and leans in close to Monte, “We can’t
trust him.”
    “Yes, we can.”
    “He read that gibberish on the fuckin’ floor Sarge, come on!”
    “We can trust him!”
    “How you figure?”
    “I don’t know, but I do.”
    Monte follows Yusif into the tunnel.
    “That’s real fuckin’ reassuring,” Pilch mutters.

Chapter 8
    Yusif leads them to an open doorway and stops. He peers in.
    Monte looks in to see a dimly lit room with large, gold
double doors and a tunnel leading off in the opposite direction.
    Monte points to the gold doors, “Looks like an exit to me.”
    “Yes,” Yusif agrees.
    “Clint, Matty, lead off.”
    Matty and Clint lead them into the room.
    Clint gazes at the large gold plated door, “Think it’s real
gold?”
    Something moves from the shadows at the end of the room.
Matty taps Clint and points.
    Clint calls out in German, “Halt and surrender!”
    Two figures step from the shadows.
    Clint continues in German, “Hands up!”
    Clint looks to Matty, “See, told you my grandfather was from
the old country.”
    The figures move into the dim torch light, revealing two Napoleonic
soldiers in full uniform.
    “What the fuck?” Clint says.
    The Frenchmen come at them, bayonets fixed on their ancient
rifles. Clint and Matty open fire. Round after round slam into the Frenchmen,
but they keep coming. Both rifles click empty.
    “Oh shit,” Clint says reaching for his pistol.
    Monte pushes his Thompson forward and fires into the
approaching Frenchmen with no effect. Yusif knocks Matty to the ground to face
the charging Frenchmen. He swings his scimitar wide, cutting a Frenchman in
half at the waist.
    Clint draws his pistol as a bayonet hits him in the chest
with a wet pop. “Momma,” he cries out.
    The Frenchman pulls the bayonet out with a spray of blood. Clint
raises his pistol and shoots the Frenchman in the face, and they both fall to
the ground. The scream echoes through the room, and as the Frenchman falls back,
the ball of energy exits his head. Monte stares at the ceiling where the ball
of energy disappeared, “What the hell was that?”
    Camir and Yusif move forward, scimitars in hand to clear the
room.
    Oddball pulls Clint back, “Aw, Clinty.”
    Matty looks over from where he lays, face down on the
ground, “Clinty, you okay bud?” Clint doesn’t move, “Aw no, Clinty.”
    With a hiss, the legless Frenchman that Yusif cut in half
crawls toward Matty with a dagger in its hand. The men get a good look at the
mysterious soldier from the past. Its skin is dried out and has withered tight
onto the bone. Its eyes are sunk deep into the skull and