<blockquote class="uncited"><div>Halvorson glanced at Mad with a slight grin, but said to Baz, "Waste it, Baz. Let's see some more nice kabooms." He shuffled well away, keeping the hallway covered. </div></blockquote><br/><br/>With a delighted chuckle, Baz pads over to the door. He rummages through his pack, and pulls out a thick, one-foot-square breaching charge. He attaches it to the door with screws, and grins. "I'd advise putting some stonework between that explosive and us. It's my last one, and I'll bet the charge is extremely unstable after all these years... 's an anti-tank charge, that'n. Original Mechanised Brigade stock... 's as good a time as any to use  'er"<br/><br/>He cackles, plugging in the detonator wires, methodical and precise despite the pyromaniacal euphoria already overtaking him. He looks around and pulls a thick drain cover off the floor, fastening it in place over the charge, to try and propel more of the blast forwards, then runs back into the catacombs "C'mon!"