Explosives
Jick grabbed his backpack batttery, and yanked it off.
He suddenly lost his vision, and climbed up onto the wire, tossed the battery over the top and grabbed it on the other side and plugged it in again.
He started climbing slowly, trying not to wobble the wire to set off the TNT on the end.
He gave Slug the thumbs up to cross. Slug unplugged his battery and tossed it over. Well, he didn’t quite. The battery pounded the wire and Jick yelped, as the TNT’s fuse was lit.
Ziggy was the first to react, as he pulled out an old rusty knife and threw it. When it landed, it severed the lit fuse from the normal.
Five mnutes later, Slug and Jick had reached the wagon.
The small train-like cart’s brake was on. Slug released it. The wagon pumped up to the explosives.
As they hopped off, the wagon rolled all the way back to Ziggy.
Slug walked into something. He switched on his torch.
Slug’s eyes rolled out. He had bumped into a Slug hut.
He reached for Ziggy’s knife, and knelt down on his knees and peered in.
“Here Sloggy! Here Sloggie!” Slug called.
He got up and realised they had died years ago.
Wrong answer he thought, as a big, dollop of drool landed on his shoulder.
He turned around shivering.
“My god! That is one big son of a Slogette!” Slug screamed.
Slug ran around in circles trying to dodge the 10-foot Slog.
“Errr…Jick! Can you hurry up please! I’m kinda in a situation here!” Slug said.
By the time Jick turned, he was too late. Slug was struggling to survive in the belly of the Slog…
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