The Death of 1977 (Book 3)

Chapter 30

The rain outside the cave that afternoon could be heard penetrating the cave's walls so hard that it sounded as if it were going to collapse right on top of everyone inside. The heat inside was as usual stifling. The stench of body odor and human waste, combined with the humidity and the dampness only made breathing unbearable and downright impossible. By then, everyone gathered and working knew how and when to take breaths; in small doses.

Livingston, on his knees, meticulously worked with the various colored wires that were attached to a set of explosives. He tinkered feverishly, yet carefully, making sure not to insert certain wires into the wrong slots. There were multiple sounds thriving inside his head, namely the rain just twenty or so feet behind him outside the cave, the workers digging into the walls and gagging as if they couldn't breathe any longer, and his own heartbeat that wouldn't slow down for anything.

"Blimey!" He griped under his breath at the tiny sparks that flew into his face.

A roll of thunder caused the man to look up and back at the cave's entrance where Philippe was standing with his rifle in hand.

"Philippe, come over right quick!"

Lethargically, the man did as ordered and stood above Livingston. Livingston continued to work with the wires more and more before saying to Philippe, "Stand here."

Philippe sat his weapon down onto the ground before kneeling and asking, "What is it?"

Taking a blue and yellow wire, Livingston remarked, "Take these, and no matter what, don't drop them."

Philippe secured the wires as commanded while watching Livingston fiddle with the dynamite like they were toys.

"You and the others have been awfully quiet all day." Livingston mentioned without looking at the young man. "What's the issue?"

Philippe's eyes shifted from side to side in rapid succession. "It's...it's just him." He stuttered.

"Him, who," Livingston turned up his nose.

"You know...him."

Livingston glanced at Philippe for a second before re-directing his attention back at his work. "Just stay focused on what we're doing here." He muttered as if his words were too blasphemous to be said out loud.

"But, how can we stay focused when he's out dere doing what he's doing?"

Sighing, Livingston said, "Look, I can't control the bastard any more than you can. But—

"I can control him!" Philippe pointed at his rifle.

"Don't drop those wires!"

to leave." Philippe breathlessly urged. "De workers are scared to death. Some of dem would rather die dan to

then gave Philippe a hard stare in the eyes before

a

At once, all the remaining workers dropped their pitchforks and

with heaven on earth. Not everyone in this country knows about them. But those of us that are collected here are the fortunate ones. I know that I and

"She's deep in de cave searching for de rocks

maintain our current stride. Only two more

"My God," the woman named Tala shrieked as she came

while Livingston stood directly in front of them. Arthur's fangs were exposed and his eyes were completely white. He looked as

down!"

at him!" Philippe

for hours. Drops of blood could be seen dripping from his bottom lip.

down and let's talk!" Livingston

wired to be contained. The man paced back and forth,

won't shoot

snarled while lurking within his space that he seemingly dared anyone to invade. Every so often he would swipe and snarl at

carefully and slowly advanced towards Arthur. "You are Arthur Bushard! You are the king of your kingdom! I need for you to hear

Arthur seemed to focus upon the man.

Livingston spoke more calmly. "Now...don't you recall

stood for a full five

We still need you. What you're doing out there in the town, it can't continue. It's flat out cock-eyed. Just

Livingston's own heart wouldn't stop thumping. He was accustomed to the sight of Arthur's alter-ego,

there's ten million American dollars' worth of diamonds inside this one region of the cave. It's because of you and your family that we were able to find it. In two days, I'm gonna dynamite this section

to make a pull of the trigger at any second. The workers all held their breaths; some even turned

seriously into

a halt as he dropped his hands to the side

shook his head and

then looked past Livingston and at the workers and guards who were still pointing their guns at him before

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