<blockquote class="uncited"><div>"I reckon it's automatic. Opens when they push a button somewhere." He noticed the hinges on the left-hand side. "Looks like it swings away from us, though. Maybe if we push hard enough. Care to lend me a hand, Can-o-Whoopass?" He looked down at Baz with a smirk. "Rat McBastard?" </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Baz gruns and shrugs off his jacket. "Ready!" He braces against the door and pushes with all the strength in his tiny body. Slowly, the door moves, and Baz grins. "Sara!" he shouts. She vanishes back into the darkness.<br/><br/>"C'mon ya pinkie fucker!" Baz calls. "We cannae hold this fae ever!"<br/><br/>*Crash* "Bastard!" There's a bright blue flash, another curse, and then Sara returns, holding a long piece of steel pipe. Her right arm is burnt, and her hair seems to be standing on end.<br/><br/>"Hope this is OK..." She mutters, wedging it firmly in place. "If nothin else, it should hold the door fae a while, and give us somethin tae grip on to pull the door open if it gives.<br/><br/>"Sara" Baz asks. "Yae OK?"<br/><br/>"Aye. Just got a wee shock, 'tis all. It'll take more than a coupla thousand volts to put me down. Me arm's a wee bit dead, but I'll recover."