Bomb!

    Spotting a suitable location for the bomb, Leto latched the payload onto the main support beam of the barn. 
“The egg is in position, ready to hatch,” he whispered into the comm.  He waited until three winks of light on his HUD went off, the signal for ‘Affirmative’.  Silently jogging to the rafter gate he had left open, Leto leapt onto the pile of hay below.  Sprinting toward the sandstorm tunnels, he ordered his troops to get inside immediately.  Slamming the horizontal doors shut, he latched each and every lock and deadbolt, finishing the job by sticking a metal pipe through the door handles. 
one…two…three…four…
Leto counted down the bomb’s fuse time, and warned his soldiers.
“Impact!”  The doors shuttered, the locks bent, and the pipe was jolted out of the handles.  Fire flew through the cracks of the doors, and smoke billowed from under them. 
“Retreat!”  he yelled, and the other three soldiers in the tunnel dashed away, apparently not needing any more reason than that to leave hastily. 

    There was something Leto had remembered about these types of structures: they were not usually fireproof, nor were they stable.  The good thing was that he also remembered they always led somewhere far away from the entrance.  He thought it was strange, however, that the doors were already opened. 




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