“There’s a void down there. Not natural.” “Meaning what?” Maria whispered. “Meaning something man-made,” he said. “A pipe. A big one.” Before she could respond, a thin, metallic ping sounded through the ground, the kind of sound that didn’t belong in soil.
The elephants erupted. Trumpets tore through the air. They slammed their feet down, pacing and circling the barricade with frantic precision. Keenan backed up fast. “We’re stopping the dig. That sound wasn’t good.” One tech crouched and sniffed the air. His expression collapsed.