"There are a number of controls here," Foster said, "obviously intended to activate mechanisms—"
"Don't touch 'em," I said. "Unless you want to start World War III."
"I hardly think the results would be so drastic," Foster replied. "Surely this installation has a simple purpose—unconnected with modern wars—but very possibly connected with the mystery of the journal—and of my own past."
"The less we know about this, the better," I said. "At least, if we don't mess with anything, we can always claim we just stepped in here to get out of the rain——"
"You're forgetting the Hunters," said Foster.
"Some new anti-personnel gimmick."
"They came out of this shaft, Legion. It was opened by the pressure of the Hunters bursting out."
"Why did they pick that precise moment—just as we arrived?" I asked.
"I think they were aroused," said Foster. "I think they sensed the presence of their ancient foe."
I swung around to look at him.