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At the mention of diamonds, your mercenary ears perk up. You think, “Hmmm... this might be what I need to buy back the Duck from Becky and live like royalty the rest of me an’ Kit’s life.” Shaking the leader’s paw, you say with a broad smile, “We’re in.” “Baloo!” Kit protests, frowning. “Our cargo?” “Ya got a headache comin’ on, Li’l Britches?” “Yeah, a pilot-sized one,” the boy says. “Think of it, kid. You an’ me an’ the Duck. No boss, no work, no moolah problems for the rest of your life,” you whisper into Kit’s ear. “No feeling in your toes for the rest of your life,” Kit grimaces. “Easy street here we come!” “Frostbite here we come,” Kit groans. You ignore the young navigator. After all, he’s just a kid and doesn’t know any better. You and Kit hop on a sled pulled behind one of the snowmobiles and away you zip. The brisk wind whips in your face, bathing you with an occasional snow spray. “Wahoo!” Kit cries as you leap a snowbank. “Havin’ fun, partner?” you say slyly, brushing snow out of his hair. The boy flashes you a sheepish grin. “Maybe a little, Papa Bear.” In about an hour, the snowmobiles stop before a large, ordinary looking mountain. “According to the map, the City of Diamonds resides within this mountain,” the leader proclaims. You and Kit are given flashlights and a burlap sack apiece. Ducking through a small opening in the side of the rugged mountain, you find yourself in a dark, cold tunnel. Luckily, the ceiling is high enough that you can stand up straight. You and Kit follow the other six lions through the tunnel. You twist and turn for what seems like hours, stubbing your toes countless times on jagged rocks. You notice that it’s getting warmer. Off to your left you spot a bright light out of the corner of your eye. Upon further exploration, you discover that the light is coming from a tunnel. You... |