The Tunnel People (Short Fiction Young Adult Science Fiction Fantasy)
by R. L. Saunders on 2018-06-09
While Marj is helping urban archeologists, she discovers a secret map that she hides from the authorities. It tells of an underground system of tunnels that cross through mazes of paths under North America, using old limestone caves and aquifers, even connecting to the old ICBM missle bases.
It had been a long and brutal war. At the end, one side was banished underground, long decades ago. If this was true, the war may not be as over as they thought.
She enlisted Rob to help her decipher this map and explore this underground world. They have to work in secret as many of their "finds" have been known to disappear, along with the discoverers.
These two lone researchers find in each other more than they expected. And that just adds to the problems of decyphering and accessing the underground secrets of the Tunnel People...
We only had a half-hour or so before it would be too dark to make our way down the trails without stumbling. And from these heights you used the existing light, or you set yourself up to be spotted with your flashlight beams.
So maybe 15 minutes to talk was all the chance I was going to get. And he knew it.
"So? You are up here to either seduce me or hire me or blackmail me - or some combination of the above," Rob said.
I just smiled, "Or some combination of the above."
The clouds were slowly turning from red through violet into black as we sat there. Patient watching would almost let you see the changes.
"OK, five minutes. Make your pitch, 'Marj', and then I leave," Rob said.
"Well, that leaves out seduction." I smiled. "Here's the job offer: I've got some maps says I can get from one coast to the other all underground, using high-speed government and Geek-Corp transport."
"But...?" Rob asked.
"Need one of your hacks," I repied.
"Not just any hack, you want top-level transport ID clearance," he answered.
"Pay is no problem - whatever you want," I said.
"Sorry, I don't do government stings. Find another lackey." Rob pushed the the four remaining cans back at me, and becan to rise.
I put my hand on his arm to stop him, and the feeling was electric. It's a hard thing to describe, and I'd only read other's attempts at making sense of this in some old paperback romances my mom used to read. But it's real. Very real. Just proved it to myself.
And I could tell in his eyes that he had felt it, too. He also stopped moving completely. He stared at my hand on his arm and back to my eyes again. "I though you said seduction wasn't possible in 5 minutes."
I moved my hand away and looked back at the sky. "That wasn't intentional, I'm sorry. Go ahead and walk away. This won't work out."
But he didn't move. That meant either bad or good. But I wasn't looking for either outcome. I crossed my arms in front of me. "This wasn't a good idea. Sorry."
"So am I," he said.
Rob pulled another can out of the plastic holder, popped it and drank a swig while I was getting my thoughts together.
"Look, neither of us seem ready for some relationship out of this. You got a card with contact data on it?" Rob said.
I pulled out a laminated card from my top and checked it. "Yup, still sweat free. Go ahead and scan it, though. No chip in it."
Rob held up the card and peered at it before stuffing it into the right chest pocket of his faded jeans jacket.
"OK, I'll be in touch." With that, he rose, turned, and left.
I looked out at the sunset while I chewed my lower lip in some sort of weird reflex...