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After what seemed like hours, they were moving through a passage lined with old red brick and dry rot -timbers. A cool breeze touched Spyders face. Sand had piled in miniature dunes where the timbers met the floor.
"Oh dear," said Primo leaning over a broken machine in the tunnel ahead. Twisted wheels lay on the bricks. Spyder could already smell the stink coming from the wreck. Melted rubber, gasoline and burned flesh.
"Im guessing this is the tuk-tuk we were waiting for?" said Shrike.
"It would seem so," replied Primo. "Hmm. I dont believe this was a motor accident. There appears to be an arrow in the drivers eye. I wonder who could have put that there?"
"That would be us," came a croaking voice from the roof of the passage.
Four men (and the gender of the intruders was just a guess on Spyders part) dropped to the floor. The men werent holding anything, so Spyder wasnt sure how theyd been holding on to the ceiling. But what seemed more important to him now was the mens elongated faces and crocodilian skin. Each was dressed differently-one in a firefighters rubber overcoat, another in priestly vestments, the third wore shorts and an I LUV LA t-shirt and the fourth was wearing a high school letter jacket. Spyder didnt want to think about where the lizard men might have acquired their clothes, but the rust-colored stains in the LA t-shirt gave him some idea.
"Excuse me, gentlemen," said Primo and he gave the lizards a bow. "I am Primo Kosinski and I am conducting these guests to the abode of Madame Cinders. The Madame has negotiated safe passage through the Blegeld Passage for herself and all her guests. "
"She didnt negotiate with us," said th
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