Napoleon, Illya and April Dancer carefully walked down into the depths of the sloping tunnel.
A few spots were easily passable with steps carved into the floor. The farther they walked the more they realized what an amazing feat of engineering this was.
It had been carefully chiseled by hand, the walls and the low arched ceiling must have taken years to create.
Napoleon likened it to the carving of the pyramids, and Illya immediately took umbrage.
“Please do not bring up pyramids or mummies to me for that matter.”
“That’s right Illya,” April giggled,”And how many times were you wrapped up like a mummy.”
“Not funny.”
“Don’t go there April, our Russian is a bit touchy on the subject.”
“I think it’s rather funny, only since it’s happened to you what...three times? Are you like some sort of mummy magnet?” April laughed again.
Even Napoleon chuckled at that remark.
“You two should remember that revenge is a dish best served cold?” *
“Oh I’m shaking in my go-go boots,” April giggled. “Now to get off that topic, this place kind of remind me of the Erdstall Tunnels of Europe.”
“I agree April,” Illya said.”though at present no one is entirely certain as to why they were created in the first place. Some advocate the idea that the erdstalls date to the Stone Age and are of the opinion that these structures are a network of subterranean passages that stretched from Scotland all the way to Turkey…”
“Quiet you two,” Napoleon whispered. “Hear that?