Through the Tunnels Below

Chapter 2

Eli Mayron was whistling as he walked home, with the axe over his shoulder and wood chips in his hair and goatee. He came out of the woods to his lovely house, it was timber framed with high ceilings, and two stories full of pure coziness. He stepped in and smiled, he always loved the way his house was so lofty.

"Hello! I'm home!" he called. Little cries of excitement echoed around the house as three children leaped out of their playing spots. His eldest 16-year-old son Enoch was reading a book in the upstairs window and almost toppled off trying to get down; his 13-year-old son Nathan was swinging on a hammock and leaped out, landing on his hands and knees before getting up again and running toward his father; his youngest 11-year-old daughter Anna was dressing up her American Girl doll and dropped it to the floor and ran toward the door where her daddy stood. They all flew to his side hugging and asking questions. His wife, Abigail, came in from the kitchen and stood leaning against the wall. She had blond hair with brown eyes and a slender body. Eli thought she was the most beautiful woman on the earth. He shook the children off one by one, and walked over to his wife. They embraced and kissed each other.

"Did you finish the job?" Abigail asked.

"No, we still have three to go."

"Well, let's eat so we can have an early bedtime." They all walked into the kitchen and sat dawn on the table as Abigail served steaming potato soup into each bowl. Everyone's mouth watered and Anna licked her chops. Eli smiled at his family as they ate and talked.

"Dad, I learned something really cool today; in my history book it said that one of the minute-men named Herald Trimon was very wealthy and he thought they would lose the battle, so he supposedly buried his treasure in the woods around this county. He died during the war, and his secret died with him. More people that can be counted searched for it after the war, but no one could find it."

"Interesting Enoch, I've never heard that."

After supper, they spent some more time together, and then went to bed.

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Robert M. Makonson was looking through some papers in his office. It was ten o'clock and his secretary had gone home long ago. The only light was from the desk lamp in front of him, and there were many shadows around. He had just finished reading a letter from his business in Tel Aviv when he heard a click to his right. He turned his head to the sound. Nothing. He turned back to his work thinking it was his imagination. A cold metal tube pressed up against his head from behind. It was a barrel of a gun! Then an explosion. Then extreme pain. Then...... Nothing

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