'God damn it, come on!' he swore internally before taking his boot to the handle and splintering the ancient, rotted wood underfoot. The rusted, worthless metal of the catch split under the force, and Handy pushed on into the darkness beyond. The noise had alerted his pursuers and there was more shouting. He felt more of the guards above start mobilising, leaving the surface and heading for entrances underground. Apprehension danced across his skin as the adrenaline started to give further impetus to his flight.