Bullets and Tunnels
The air around Van Dyke must not have been the most pleasant because the man he didn't have a very positive look on his face.
The man ran his calloused fingers along the rough-hewn walls, tracing the patterns etched into the stone by the workers.
These were maps, letters and numbers meant to identify the area in which he was.
Van Dyke looked around the big room. The ceiling was high, held up by large wooden beams. The sound of hammers and workers filled the air.
Even though the place wasn't finished, it looked strong. The walls were thick, and the design made sense.
Van Dyke could tell it would be safe and useful when it was done.
He turned his gaze to the team of engineers huddled around a set of blueprints, discussing the best course of action to make a section of the tunnel.