It was so very uncomfortable to have a half the cabin loaded with explosives; no matter how safe Marcel had assured it was. Just seeing it all there, so close, made her feel queasy. It was that or the growing darkness in her mind, like a slow-moving oil slick on the surface of the sea…growing ever wider, covering ever more space.She breathed a sigh of relief when they finally landed.It was a trivial process to winch down the explosives: she and Marcel quickly piled most of the ANFO—aluminum nitrate/fuel oil—around the inside of the first chamber. Marcel set up the detonators and ran the det cord out of the cave and round behind the giant boulder steps.“On our way out, all we need to do is click this trigger and the entrance will collapse—hopefully.” He placed the triggers behind the boulders.“You don’t sound very confident,” Carise said, trying to ignore the growing anxiety. She wanted to vomit. This was worse than any other rescue situation.“I’m not, but we have to try.”“What about the sticks?”
