Brian Guemey forces his eyes to open. How long has he been asleep? Two, three hours, his watch indicates. He rubs a hand over his face, feels the stubble grown thick around his cheeks and jaw, and grunts. When he agreed to tripletime and a half, he figured he’d be getting into action. What he didn’t figure on was spending twenty-four hours plus in tunnels underground. What he didn’t foresee was getting so deep into the tunnels that he’d have to wait for Art to show him the way out.