The flight to Zagreb was depressing. MI6 hadn't risked their top agent's lives. A government plane had picked them up at Heathrow and taken off within three minutes.
Alexandra had been disappointed at the lack of TV screens.
K unit, Ben and Yassen were silent for most of the flight, Ben and Yassen studying a blueprint of the ruins based on the SatInt images, Wolf polishing his gun, Snake checking the medical kit, and Eagle cradling an enormous canvas bag on the floor between his feet. When they were dropped off at Zagreb airport, the planes took off again immediately. They would come back the next day. Nothing was meant to go wrong.

The remains of the science base were still there, a bruise on the countryside. It had been overtaken with greenery in the few short months that Alexandra and Alex had left. The charred, blackened remains of the complex were overgrown with weeds and there was ivy snaking up the walls.

"According to the SatInt images, the entrance to the crypt should be over there," said Yassen, indicating the north corner of the ruined building.
"The agents who came before couldn't get in," said Alex. "How are we going to?"
"The other agents didn't have time or equipment," answered Wolf. "We do."
Eagle opened the large canvas bag and a hydraulic jackhammer appeared.
K unit, it seemed, was ready for anything.

When the jackhammer was switched on, the noise of the drilling lifted birds from the trees. It was deafening. Luckily, Snake had thought to bring earplugs, and in a few minutes, they had drilled a fair way down. "Man, this basement's deep," puffed Eagle, who had been operating the machine. The constant jarring up and down had turned his hair into a rat's nest and his face was red.
"Here, let me do it," Wolf reached for the jackhammer. Being more thickset than Eagle, he absorbed the shock of the sharp up and down movement better, and soon they had drilled through.

Alex and Alexandra scraped away the last bits of concrete with their cheetah nails, making a neat round hole big enough for them to slip through. It was dark in the subterranean crypt. There were four concrete cuboids*, elongated cubes, the four rectangles Alex had seen in the SatInt X ray. The ones with skeletons inside them. Alex walked to one and Alexandra did the same. Digging his nails into the concrete, he found a barely detectible crack. The lid. It was so flush with the rest of the box that if Alex hadn't known better, he'd have thought they were just massive slabs of cement. He sensed K unit, Ben and Yassen dropping through the hole behind him. "Look, guys," Alexandra called. "There are clocks here." She indicated a digital display set in one side of the box she was examining. Alex looked at his. There was one there, as well. There was a row of four numbers. "Guys, I don't think this is just hours and minutes," he squinted. There were tiny letters printed on the clock by the sides of the numbers:
Yr, Mth, Day and Hrs.
Years, Months, Days and Hours.
As Alex watched, the hour number shifted from 6 to 7. "These have been here for years," said Yassen, looking at one of the cases. "Two have the same figures."
Alex bent to look at it. The case had been there for fourteen years.
That was when cold hands gripped his shoulders and a haggard face came into view.

It is a little fast, isn't it? I'll try to slow things down and explain things next chapter. My computer has these updates that keep popping up, and I clicked on one a few days ago, and my computer made a whole lot of noise, the screen went black, and it died. This computer was loaned to me by my school (school supplies the laptops and parents buy them so they've got I don't know how many of the same model in reserve) and my computer was sent to HP to see if they can fix it. Anyhoo, the internet on this one's shit but I don't know why since it should work the same as my other one but anyway, I'll be having trouble uploading chapters. Word works fine though :)

*Cuboids are 3D rectangles.