Butterbeans and the amber underground

The goodness of anything can be measured by time. Indeed, some things are only good after time has passed. It can even be said that time heals all wounds. In fact, it had been said.

Alex wonders how much time has passed as they wait in silence. Butterbeans with ears perched and listening. And Alex, breathlessly trying to be silent. Also with a stitch in his side from running. Not only are they hiding from something odd, but also they have just narrowly escaped.

Butterbeans and the Amber Underground

Alex chances a quick look into the passageway beyond this hidden alcove. It is clear, for now. However, a very large and strange something had just passed by. Alex thinks of what he had seen earlier, and wonders what the hell it is.

Its immense size had caught Alex and Butterbeans both, off guard. Whatever it was, it was willing to defend its territory. Furthermore, Alex wonders again why this hadn’t been apparent in level 113 yesterday.

What had happened to the rest of the team? There had been no contact since he had lost his grip at the cliff’s edge. As if reading his thoughts, the radio on Alex’s belt crackles to life. He is startled but recognizes the voice immediately.

“Alex do you copy? Alex are you and Butterbeans okay?” The sergeant’s voice is a welcome sound in this cramped underground alcove. Butterbeans chuffs quietly, and wags an excited tail. Alex keys the radio to respond.

“We are both okay Sergeant. Very relieved to hear your voice! Any idea what is going on? And how are we going to get out of here?” Butterbeans whines a quiet whine, as Alex waits for the response. It comes quickly.

“Hang in there Alex we have help on the way. Reinforcements will be here within the hour.”

Amber Event

Special agent Thomas checks their progress again. They would be there within an hour. Additionally they had managed to make contact with one of the teams.

It was one of their more elite teams. Highly classified and on routine duty nearby. Furthermore one of the assets was canine. Special agent Thomas is now thinking about providence, as the jet nears Timberland and ground zero, of the amber event.

With this in mind he makes another call. The most important one he will ever make.