text: You knock on the heavy wooden door, a loud knocking noise ringing through the mineshaft. You wait for a moment, as the noise echoes off before being replaced by silence. For a moment, you worry no one's actually inside, before you're answered.
  
  
  "What is it?" a gruff, manic voice comes through the door. "What?"
  
  
  Time to think of a lie to get him to open the door. Quick!
  > You say "Open up! NOW!"
  "Open up! NOW!" you snarl, smacking your fist heavily against the heavy wooden door.
  
  
  "I've orders t...!" a worried voice comes back, seeming put off by the anger evident in your voice.
  
  
  I swear to fuck, i will tear out your throat myself and tear you apart, motherfucker!" you roar.
  
  
  "Shit, shit, OK!" the voice answers, as you hear the door hastily be unlocked. 
  
  
  It seems the bestial, pack-based hierarchal nature of the wolf pack and its servants means that acting aggressively shows dominance and scares the weaker members into following you.
  
  
  The door clicks unlocked, before swinging open. A weak, skinny figure stumbles out, his height only further stretching his gaunt frame becoming almost skeletal. His manic eyes spot you as he realizes he's been tricked, but you're far faster and better prepared than he is, moving forward swiftly with your knife drawn. You slice your blade into his stomach, moving up through the ribs and killing him instantly. He gasps as you continue to slice through his flesh. He goes weak, as you push his limp body to the ground. You grab him under his armpit, dragging him into the room and closing the door behind you. 
  
  
  Now alone in the room, you stare around it at the racks of equipment. Most of it is useless to you, picks, shovels and other mining tools. Most importantly, however, are your targets. Racks of C4, plastic explosives, dynamite and timed explosives are stacked haphazardly in crates in the corner, no doubt to be used for sabotage and destruction by the werewolves' servants, and the werewolves in their human forms. You smile, seeing nothing but potential there. There's definitely enough to wipe out these sons of bitches and bring this mine down on itself.
  
  
  "Perfect," you chuckle weakly, barely any strength left in you. 