Page 120 of Casualties of War
Their dirty gray uniforms did not blend well with the black, wet sides of the tunnel and they were easy to pick off. “Leave at least one to show us the way,” Parris yelled, slowing down.
Ahead was a brighter light that didn’t flicker from the chug of diesel generators. The slit narrowed until it came to a sharp, abrupt end. The single Insurrecto jinked sideways before he reached it and disappeared.
Gomez hugged the wall and leaned to check where the Insurrecto had gone, then waved forward.
Parris pushed forward and saw the hole was a man-made one, with scrapes and furrows wherethe equipment had dug out the sides. Beyond was an even bigger cave, with bright lights and…
“People,” she whispered, staring at them.
There were perhaps two hundred women and men, young and old, sitting on the floor or lying on it. They watched Parris’ men at the entrance, their eyes wide. Every single one of them was dirty and all of them looked ill and listless.
The Insurrectos’ work force.
