The Jungle of Fear, Part 3: The Mystery Revealed!
The night was lost in a blur. Navigating by fear and instinct we pressed on, hoping to outdistance any persuer. In our imaginations, every crack & howl of the jungle were the sounds of death catching up with us. By morning we were ragged, haunted men. After crossing another stream, we all collapsed on a rock face, each man beaten with exhaustion. Beyond the ravage to my body, there was the agony in my mind - how reckless had I been in agreeing to the raid? How could we complete my mission? Had I failed the Brigadier? Slugging from his canteen, Arnold-Ambrose saw my state. 'Cheer up sunshine! Your thing is just over the range there'. All our running through the night had been... towards my destination? Revitalised by the promise, i scampered up the hillside. Reaching its crest i was stopped in my tracks. Impossible. Incredible. Terrifying. Awestruck and horrified, my eyes tumbled to take it all in: a giant pyramid structure, of alien architecture, towering i...