Beatrice Beecham's Cryptic Crypt
‘If we can’t hear them then they sure as hell ain’t gonna hear us.
And before anyone could protest, he aimed several kicks at the doors, forcing them open with relative ease. Without caution, Dennis entered the hut, and was confronted by two Blue Thunder cadets, both easily in their late teens, thick set and determined to prevent him getting any further. In their hands, wooden staves were raised and ready. He met them head on, and one of the youths swiped at him, the stave just missing Dennis’ ribs, the air whistling at its passing. The big man took hold of the youth’s arm and swung him into the wall, where he crumpled, unconscious.
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