Tasso found a concrete slab and sat down with a sigh. “It’s good to rest.”
“Be quiet,” Klaus said sharply.
Hendricks pushed up to the top of the rise ahead of them. The same rise the Russian runner had come up, the day before. Hendricks dropped down, stretching himself out, peering through his glasses at what lay beyond.
Nothing was visible. Only ash and occasional trees. But there, not more than fifty yards ahead, was the entrance of the forward command bunker. The bunker from which he had come. Hendricks watched silently. No motion. No sign of life. Nothing stirred.
Klaus slithered up beside him. “Where is it?”
“Down there.” Hendricks passed him the glasses. Clouds of ash rolled across the evening sky. The world was darkening. They had a couple of hours of light left, at the most. Probably not that much.
“I don’t see anything,” Klaus said.
“That tree there. The stump. By the pile of bricks. The entrance is to the right of the bricks.”
“I’ll have to take your word for it.”
“You and Tasso cover me from here. You’ll be able to sight all the way to the bunker entrance.”