By Neel Anil Panicker
“Ten long years”? Is that what you’re projecting? I mean I get it; yet still not get it. What I am seeing in the computer screen is just a 3D pixaleted image of a barren land with zero inhabitation for miles and miles, and the question that boggles my mind is this: Does it really take long to dog a tunnel?”
The chief engineer Robert Ludlum, a near bald man who seemed to be pushing his sixties, judging by his freckled visage that had more cross marks than found on a cemetery, dug his nose with a pencil stub, and answered, “Sir, with due respect, I need not remind you that we are talking about a 200 mile long tunnel that cuts through a mountain desert that’s been known as the most inhabitable place on earth. Plus…”
“Plus what?”, blurted out Alberto Christiano, the rebel leader.
“Plus the fact that besides having to manage the myriad intracies that go with building a state of the art fully steel tunnel a hundred feet below the earth, we also have to factor in a very grave threat, which is the bone chilling fact that some of these desert lands may be infested with mine, real high intensity mines planted by the enemy.
Christiano, the rebel leader, who was dreaming of taking on and defeating his arch rival, also bete noire, the arrogant usurper of others’ territories, the most arrogant and extremely detestable Mahmud Ismail Sharif, let out a loud agony dripping wail even as he pumped his fist into the air.
A while later, after he had let out enough steam and was back to his composed self, Chrsitiano thundered, “Ok, Robert, I get it. Take whatever time you want but get that tunnel up and running for we need to get our men through to take Ismail by surprise and annihilate our enemies”.
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