Grunting, he moved to the small entrance and dropped to all fours, toolbox held awkwardly in one hand through the handle. The bottom of the sturdy plastic chest thumped against the ground while he moved forwards further into the tunnel behind Yellow. He felt grey hair tickle his nose, and too late he realised that he was now stuck in a very awkward position in line. It was too late to turn back however, the other three drones piling in behind him. 