165 Tunnel's Ultimate Secre

After all, Albrecht left but still amazed while Magee and George have peacefully visited room number 7 where Damian gleefully welcomed them by showing his inventions using wooden blocks he'd been assembling. Out of toy soldiers which was made of clay, he made a headquarter and put it on top of the mountain, a plastic soldier toys comprised of male and female soldiers.

" Who were those soldiers you've portrayed yelling and raising their weapons?" George curiously asked.

" She's really Mama and the lieutenant , hmm... they're my angels. They gave me some wonderful toys and left me so many food. But..." Damian stopped, bowed down his head and pointed his index finger on the wall next to the door.

" What do you mean?" George smiled.

" I'll just eat a match stick size chocolate in every day, anyway, she's conducting inventory every two days. But...at least, I'm eating something special like those chocolates, so yummy."

" What..." George turned his head and looked to his wife, smiling while she felt in a jury where her eyes glowed like the moonshine and spoke.

" We're at war...people in the neighboring places have lost their hands and legs, no one had perfectly eaten any Filipino sumptuous food, a lot have sacrificed and died...so Damian is still lucky for tasting it in every day. Anyway, if the right time comes, he'll gonna eat it all." Magee smirked.

He motioned too close and embraced her, still smiling.

" The chocolate ration you're giving to Damian is...too small, such a toothpick chocolate ration." His chin caressed her hair and warmed the ambience.

" Hmm the boy must be health-conscious. He must learn this early about the average food consumption that can aid his health. Try to ask him if when he gets diabetes. Go, try." Magee challenged him.

" Hey, Damian! when can you acquire diabetes?"

" No, I won't get any diabetes. Papa, I've got the right amount of sugar and eats proper nutritious food."

" Wow!" George smiled as he carried the boy and lightly pinched his cheek.

" Amazing! its scripted but perfect!."Then they all laughed while George turned him around and the boy flapped his hands while Magee was blissfully watching them. Meanwhile, outside the secret rooms, Albrecht covered his ears and murmured to Narciso at the bedside.

" Hah...Narciso, its not a ghost. There's a little boy and a noisy chick in their room.

" Ha ha! I told you there's a boy within this house." Narciso laughed.

When they reached station one, the team disembarked the supplies on the wooden table. Some have cried and knelt on the ground to give thanks to God for the food they've received. Interestingly, when Magee spoke and reminded them again on how to thriftily manage its consumption, they nodded and more than thankful. On the other hand, Elmar suggested to rob not less than 2 sacks of rice to an hermano's house in Makasido who sadly passed away before he joined them weeks ago. Moreover, Dionesio raised a hand and volunteered to look for wild yams and hunt for birds when its safe and most women promised to maintain the cleanliness inside the cave. In a way, this motivated George to designate them to the tasks they're also capable to perform.

" The problem is just the exact timetable in doing all these when the enemies are just in the surrounding, smelling and eyeing at us like ravenous beasts. For sure, they're posting armed men in every corner they think we've been with; this in any way possible. Fact is, they're just in the tunnel of our mountain..." George stopped when Sr. Sibal raised a hand and stood up.

" Keep them all in and when they do, I'll tell you how to convert the place into a gas chamber." Sr. Sibal smiled and everyone turned their heads on him with their inquisitive stares.

" What? how is it done? then we'll do it that way without second thought, its a good strategy anyway." Albrecht reacted.

" Amà, yeah, we'll talk about it and that sounds interesting." George winked an eye on him sealed with interest.

" Oh dear...your long awaited preparation is about to reveal, its crashing my nerves and it's almost happening. But how is it when the entrance of the tunnel or the former hole underneath the wooden house maybe is not passable or ruined, is it going to be the other way?" The Captain looked at Sr. Sibal.

" Yes, definitely. It could be the other way around, it's the most possible." Sr. Sibal replied.

" Well thanks to Chuck for insinuating my brain to death that time and its going to be the right defense if not a perfect stance to backfire." Sr. Sibal smiled.

" I thought you're both crazy years ago on putting so many pipes like maizes. Huh! geniuses!" Edward pressed his head and transfered beside George's seat.

When their meeting was adjourned, George met the two folks in the corner and clarified what they've been referring.

" Amá, what is it that I need to know?" George queried.

" Here, the tunnel is connected to your house. it have bigger pipelines coming from the furnace, the more smokes from the furnace that the main pipe could catch the greater the chance that the smoke will travel underneath and enough to suffocate everyone within.

" Brilliant! how did you come up doing this? or are there still secrets in the mountain we need to know, Amá?" George whispered.

" Its Chuck digging my mind that time but its Chuck's idea too. I just had a motion over it when he fled and left. Similarly, we agreed on it for the sake of our kids' survival. In fact, we didn't just build the entire place for shelter, its a working military facility too." Sr. Sibal said.

" You sounded like a military man right now, amá...." George blurted out when the Captain failed to prevent from commenting.

" Hmm...its because he was once a military man of Spain, left here to stop waggling his tail especially against Datu Gansal and prefered the silence of the place. He knew this place better aside from the number of years spent in hiding."The captain whispered.