The Icehouse

“Ty, we found the end of the tunnel where they left this place. It’s a way down and we’ve not tried to open it up because we don’t know where it leads, or if they are on the other side. Or if they booby trapped the door.”

“Good. Jackson, you’re the traps and explosive specialist. You’re up. Go earn your keep. I know this is what you live for.”

Jackson worked under Mikey in security and, as Ty said. He knew his way around most traps and explosives. He had the missing fingers to prove it.

“I knew I’d be needed today. I brought my gear with me. Just stay back until I call you or you see the cloud of dust and debris.” That was something about people that did what he did. They had a mortician’s humor, or they had what was called gallows humor. Meaning they either had no sense of humor at all or they were sick and had a morbid sense of humor. Jackson didn’t believe in being serious about anything because he was too busy living what time he had left.

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