“Stay back Ben, if this plan does work, we will have another cave in to worry about,” Red whispered to Ben. He was quiet, but no less scared, digging his nails into his palms. One cave-in nearly sent him catatonic before, but at the very least he’d met Whash that way. The idea of causing a cave in on purpose, weaponizing the collapsing ceiling take out the patrol gave him goosebumps.
“I can hear them too now, let’s get it done Whash,” Ben whispered, he really meant “get it over with” as ragged breath all Red could hear out of him then.
Red gave the signal for Whash to move the puppets, as they moved back toward the main excavation room. The thing’s moved like an old cartoon, a bit stiff at the joints but they proved passable as the patrol spotted Whash’s puppets run by, making all kinds of noise.
“There they are!” one of the mercs yelled and three men ran after the illusions.
Red waited for the mercenaries to pass.