Sister Helena's eyes widened in astonishment. “Sir, look!” she gasped There were a myriad of crates placed in a haphazard manner on the cave floor, their contents obscured by shadows.
“Talk about your pack rats,” observed Colonel Larkin with a wry smile.
“Indeed,” replied Sister Helena, with a hint of nostalgia in her voice. It reminds me of my Papa's garage back home in Katy.”
“He was a pack rat too?” Colonel Larken asked. Sister Helena nodded. “Mine too. Dad would save everything; he thought it would be whatever he saved might be useful one day.” Just then, a loud, shrill horn in the distance sending a shiver down their spines.
“Time to go, Sister.” Colonel Larkin said, his voice firm. The two quickly cleared their tracks in the cave and the two swiftly but silently retreated to the village.