Surprisingly, there was no musty smell inside the mine. In fact it smelled of dirt, and was not unpleasant. The area immediately surrounding them was illuminated by the powerful flashlights each of the men carried. They were also all armed to the teeth.It was pitch-dark. Fortunately, she had no fear of either darkness or confined spaces. But she was having a hard time adjusting to the outfit she wore. It was so insubstantial that she felt naked, and had to run her hand down her hip or touch her sleeve to be sure she was wearing anything at all.She and Frank Fisk walked side by side as they followed Bishop and Viljoen. Hunt, Coetzee, and Tate brought up the rear. The situation was a little surreal. Her heartbeat was delightfully fast, as it always was preceding a job. Clearing her mind so she could focus was de rigueur at this point, as well. Focus."Here's what we've got," Fisk told her as they walked briskly through the tunnel. "No safe, per se, simply the door and the mechanism embedded in solid rock.
