“sssssSSUUCK IT, JOHN!”  He proceeded to make some more impolite victory gestures.  John rolled his eyes and shoved off a bulkhead, propelling him toward the opening in the back of the cabin.  The portal led to a small galley.  Attached was the mess, large enough to hold the entire crew.  He continued through the room and sailed through another opening in the rear bulkhead.  It led to a smaller room.  There were a few consoles and monitors, but otherwise it was empty.  A large air-tight hatch adorned the floor, painted with black and yellow stripes.  He planted his feet on either side of the hatch and pulled upward on a red handle.  The door hissed as John pulled the lever and snaked himself through.  The air was hot, thick, and filled with a gray haze that reeked of burning engine oil.  Several men shot around the room turning wrenches and sealing air leaks.  The lights were all out, making it nearly impossible to see.  Each man had a light stick strapped to his chest harness.  The combined flashlights produced just enough light to let them make their way around the electronics and machinery without injury.  The fans kicked on, and the haze slowly cleared.  