The immense iron gate leading into the city’s sewer system had long since been opened and pushed aside. Even though he was able to spare having to use one of the handheld explosives, he didn’t like what this represented, Andros coming and going through the area meant they’d likely encounter more than a few of the hungry animals on their trek to the ocean. Motioning for two of the men with makeshift torches to lead the way, Symon fell back into the middle of the pack. He located the three men who’d taken from the drone at least a dozen handguns and enough ammunition to level a small village. “I’m not too sure these tunnels are the safest way out of the city. Pass out the weapons and make sure we’re covered, front and rear. I want status reports every five minutes, now go.” Thirty seconds into the city’s underground highway, the first explosion came, its shockwave so great it nearly toppled many in the group. The six-inch river of sludge running underfoot held the remnants of the thirty plus years without proper attention and as the temperature rose, a few of the men even removed layers of clothes, wrapping them around their mouths and noses in an attempt to stave off the ridiculously offensive odor.
