Subcutaneous Magazine Issue 1 - Page 24

The dig by Tony Mazzara The demolition crew worked the large ground in the cleared out area surrounding the woods. They had a tight schedule to keep for developing the condominium community. Two bulldozers worked the ground as other machines finished hauling off trees and stumps. One long drill went deep into the ground in the afternoon. About two-thirds of the way down, it struck rock. The foreman, Greg, needed to go further down. He would have to see about removing the rock. He ordered a diamond drill to go all the way. He had to see how big and far down this thing went first. The driller took his time. He couldn't push the old machine too hard. During the last few feet, the drill snagged on something. It screeched and blew out smoke. There was a commotion among the foreman and some of the crew. The rock gave way. The tip of the drill went into a pocket of air. The driller pulled the drill up. Once the dirt and drill were clear, intense heat and smoke came out from the depths of the hole. “Everybody stay back,” Greg yelled. About an hour later, the heat was gone. Greg looked down the shaft, though he didn't expect to see anything. He called over a supervisor. “Yeah, boss?” Hal said as he went over to Greg. “You still got that gas sensor in your truck?” “Yes.” “I need you to go get it.” When Hal left, Greg got a crew member to help him haul some steel poles from the back of another truck and gather some rope and screws. They made a makeshift scaffolding over the hole. Hal came back with the sensor. Greg tied it to one end of the rope and turned it on. They lowered it down the shaft. There was barely enough rope to get the sensor down into the pocket of air. They let it sit for a while. Greg pulled up the rope as one crew member collected it into a circle on the ground. When the sensor got back up, everyone was mystified. It had scratch and bite marks all over it. “Something is down there,” Greg said. Rocks