The legionnaire tossed a flashlight to the scrawniest man in the squad and pointed him into the cavern. The soldier sighed, wrapping a piece of cloth around his nose and mouth. He crawled in. A minute later, he backed out, covered in blood and mud, ashen-faced, shaking his head. There had been no weapons in the cavern. He had counted five dead, one man, one woman, and three children.
