The Fellowship of the Theft
Book 2 Bonus Blooper
"Get inside," Setsuna bade as she flicked her wrist, a throwing knife appearing in her grasp. As everyone ran back into the vault, she threw the weighted blade into the glass backing of the vault door, shattering a fist sized hole in it. There was a sharp droning sound of a siren, then the humongous vault door slammed itself shut just as the wall of sand reached them.
The rush of air blew out all of the torches in the vault, and everyone was bathed in the most complete darkness imaginable. Pistons fired into the wall, sealing the vault door permanently, and the rumbling sounds of burial gradually subsided, until nothing remained but their staggered breathing, and the realization that they were now buried nearly a mile below ground, beneath millions of tons of earth.
“We now have but one choice,” came a deep and gravely voice. Twice he tapped his staff, creating a light from the crystal on the top of it, creating shadows across his pointed nose and long gray beard. “We must face the long dark of Moria. Be on your guard. There are older and fouler things than orcs in the deep places of the world.”
“Um...” Athel stammered.
“CUT!” yelled the director. “Who let this guy in?”
“Wrong series, lad,” Captain Evere prompted.
“Oh?” the old wizard said, looking around. “Yes, yes, quite right. Sorry about that.”
“No problem.”
“Can we get some freakin' security on set?!” the director screamed.
