Chapter 5 - A Scream In The Dark
CHAPTER FIVE A Scream In The Dark Fifield was the last person to set foot into the black abyss, muttering some sort of incoherent displeasure to himself. Even from within a thickly-layered environmental suit, the unease of his person was as plain to see. The beam of his flashlight moved somewhat erratically. His breathing was louder and slightly more rapid in its pace than everyone else present. Fifield looked like a man who was suddenly going through some manner of physical drug withdrawal; which, gathered by what many had come to know already in Fifield’s record of previous employment, would not be so far from the believable truth of things. At one point, Millburn appeared to make some sort of nonchalant gesture of empathy toward the nervous geologist, but Fifield nervously shoved the hand away and stumbled a few steps away from the insistent, annoying biologist. “Could Millburn not take a fucking hint?” Fifield thought angrily. “Why won’t he just leave me the fuck alone?!”...