“Alright. Suit up. Let’s see if we can find anything interesting tonight,” said Frank.
They let the villagers know what was happening and they would delay the departure from the island until they could be certain of everyone’s safety. The nine men wore their stealth suits, allowing them to remain undetected as they scaled the cliff face down to the opening.
Once again, they were amazed at the sheer amount of equipment dangling precariously from cables and perched on barges below. Inside the cave, they were surprised to see that the work had stalled, most likely because of their lack of dynamite and drilling materials.
Bodhi signaled for someone to take the left, others the right, following the cave wall toward the back. They were careful to watch for water sources or other things that could be reasons for the digging. So far, nothing.
Petros Andriopoulos stood at a makeshift table with four other men, shaking his head.
“Boss, it can’t be done until we get the dynamite. We’re at a stop. Once the storm subsides we can get to the mainland and get the supplies we need. Until then, we’re stuck.”
“He’s calling for heads,” growled Petros.
“What’s so important about all this, anyway?” asked another man. They all turned to stare at him. “I’m sorry but you’ve been telling us to get this done but we don’t even know what this is. And the villagers? It’s a bunch of middle-aged farmers and old people. What the hell are we holding them for?”
“It’s important that no one knows what’s happening here. He wants no one to know,” said Petros.
Deep down he was questioning the whole thing as well. He’d agreed to this for the payout. He desperately needed the money. But he understood nothing about the business.
“Are we preparing for weapons?” asked another man. “I have a family on the mainland. Are we starting a war here?”
“No,” said Petros shaking his head. “No. I promise we’re not starting a war.”
“Didn’t you say that we should be combining forces with Syria, and surrounding countries?” asked another.
Petros gathered his thoughts and his breath. Yes, he’d said those things to keep people off their tails. But it was backfiring on him and he wondered if his own diabolical boss intended for it all to work out this way. In the end, he just wanted all of this to be done and then he could leave the country and retire.
“I did say those things and I was wrong. What we’re doing here is very important for our country, for our wealth as a country. I just need for you to trust me a little longer.”
The men stared at one another, then back at Petros.
“What do we do about the weather and the supplies we need?” asked a man. Petros breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.
“We can’t control the weather, or Poseidon, in spite of what others might believe. You’ve earned a night of rest. Just relax and get some sleep.”
The men were more than happy about that. They’d created temporary lodgings along the cliff where they could view their beloved Greece across the water. The island was nothing. Nothing anyone would want and nowhere anyone would want to visit.
As the men dispersed and Petros made his way down on the cabled lift to the boat below, the Legacy men gathered around the table to once more try to get a sense of what they were doing.
They stared at the strange blueprints, seemingly only half-done. Adam snapped photos, sending them back home to be reviewed by the engineering team.
Quietly they left the cave, standing at the ledge and looking down and beyond. That damn cargo ship was bobbing up and down, her lights glowing in the wake of the storm. Kiel looked to his right and saw two more pieces of equipment dangling from the cliff ledge.
Leaning forward, he gripped the stealth rope and started swinging back and forth. The others just stared at him, wondering what the hell he was doing. They saw him grip the cliff ledge, nearly around the edge where they couldn’t see him. Then he swung back, pointing for them to go up.
Back on solid ground at the ledge, Kiel walked them around the cliff to where he’d been swinging. Lying on his stomach, he pointed down.
“What the hell, Kiel?” asked Bodhi lying down as flat as he could. They all did the same, leaning forward with Kiel.
“I’ll be damned. It’s another cave.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
“Two caves? Why two fucking caves?” asked Luke.
“We don’t know but it’s damn sure two caves, plain as day. We were so focused on the one they’d been digging in, we didn’t see the other one was open as well. They appear to be identical in size, at the same height, and looking straight toward the mainland.”
“And yet no one has asked why?” said Eric. “This doesn’t make any sense at all.”
