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Bill smirked at Carl, "This is why I'm the improvised trap expert," he said.

The plan was simple, get another little truck, and keep adding little sandbag weights to it, starting at 50 kilos, if it didn't spring the trap, another five kilos would be added, and they would repeat the process until the found the weight limit of the trap.

"You know," Carl said, "That was our last resonance detector, you should have used it when you knew the trap wouldn't have activated."

"My bad," Bill said, playing with his truck

((Oh snap, have you been dabbling in electrical work again))

"Ever do rock climbing?" Carl said.

Basically, since none of them were acrobats, they'd be toggling to steps to the sides of the walls, they would start tonight and work there way around the chamber. It would take a few nights to finish the work, so they would be camping out. Supplies would be bought in, and everything would be concealed as best as possible during the daylight hours.

"There must be something good down here," Bill said, taking up gaurd as a single soldeir worked on putting the steps around the walls, after instaling the first step around the first corner of the chamber, he would use it to help him install the next, and so on and so on until there were footholds aroundthe entire wall of the chamber.

With the new equipment would come a new magical resonance detector. Meanwhile, Bill and Carl determined to figure out a wa to disarm the device itself, but had no idea how to get to it besides a massive dig, which would draw too much attention, so they were basically stuck with the current option.

Flashlighes, high powered versions with long lasting batteries, water canteens, magical resonance detectors, dual berretas for each man, and a wire roller to keep track of their path to the outside of the caverns, and of course, communications radios. With one gaurd to sweep every step forward, they continued. The gaurd had an MP5 submachine gun, two smoke grenades, five frag grenades, a phosphurus grenade, a .50 callibre Desert Eagle, and several packs of C-4.

Of course, unknown to them all, there was also the watcher on Bill's hat.

((
1. Bereta, each man has 5 clips, each with 19 9mm rounds
2. The soldier with the Desert Eagle has 10 8 round clips
3. 7 packs of C-4, one detonator
4. The grenade count is listed in the prev post.
))

"Well, well," Carl said, "They couldn't have been hiding nothing down here, now what."

"We sweep the tunnel until find something," Bill said.

Once the hollow noise was located an assesment was done to find if it was safe to use C-4 or if they should bring in drilling equipment and dig their way through.

Also, would the magical resonance detector pick up any thing at all?

Let the drilling commence, the equipment would be ordered and bought across via the wire, which had been lifted to avoid setting off the previous chamber.

"Anyone have a match?" Bill asked with a smirk.

"Very funny," Carl snapped, snatching a flashlight, "Sergeant O'Maley, conduct a saftey expection of chamber three, same procedure, take your time and scan carefully for anything that might be a trap. Especially anything that might be rigged to set all this damn gunpowder off."

Sergeant Bruno 'The Bruiser' O'Maley would carefully search the room, spending much time on his hands and knees looking for any IED wire or any false panels, buttons, or other contraptions. Once that was finished they'd investigate the door, having an idea that opening it the easy way may make cave go boom.

For some reason, Carl couldn't stop thinking about sticking his wet fingers in an electrical outlet while standing in a basin of water.

Carl pulled a thick book out of his pocket, Obscure Languages for Total Idiots. And found out everything that was said.

No, not really. Just messin' with you.))


They were pretty much clueless as to what was being said. They listened to see how many people might be in the room before the soldeir kicked the door down.

"Hands in the air where I can see them!"