He heard someone call him on the radio and turned it up. “Go ahead.”
It was Harley: “The ingress,” he said. “Is it a service tunnel? Do you think it’s how they brought in the earthmovers?”
“Affirmative,” said Red. “But it’s mostly blocked up ... some kind of landslide. We’re climbing over it now.”
Static exploded from the radio’s speaker and subsided. “... do you think the bulldozer can clear it?”
“Hey, asshole,” said Corbin, “we don’t want to clear it. We want to stop it up.”
Red looked around at the rockslide as more static flared up. “No way,” he said.
“Roger that, Red. Stay alert,” said Charlotte. And then the static took over and he turned it back down.
At last they reached the barrier’s summit and began to work their way down its opposite side. Red turned on his helmet light a
