He had found stone resonators and proof the ancients understood transdimensional portals. Still, he couldn’t fight the sting of anticlimax and frustration as he had yet to find any sign of the Queen of Sheba’s lost mines. Hank looked down and saw his own footprints in the mud, prints he’d made more than five hours earlier. Yes, he’d been here before. This was his third pass through the area. Other than a quarry site for the stones that made up the resonators, there was no hint of civilization here. What am I missing? He returned to the production van and reviewed Rosier’s footage of himself at the stone resonators. The drone video replay of his heroics deploying the power cube looked pretty cool in a sci-fi movie kind of a way. And Michaels caught some nice bonus footage of local militants fleeing in terror while the hardened mercs from Strategic Explorations retreated from the fireworks, mowing down the locals as they left.
