[Havoc]

'Don't get smart on me, Art.' Charger said as he put a firm grip in the doorhandle. 'You know better then that.'
He gave the door a firm pull. It budged a bit. He gave it another pull, at which all three locks gave in and the door flew open. The coolness of the underground tube, combinded with the stench of oil fumes, flew at them. It was like walking into a garage.
Inside Charger found a small electrical unit, locked behind fence. Again the fence was litterd with warning signs, but Charger savely ignored them. He was more interested in the stairs that led down into a dark gap. While the others were still waiting outside, Charger went to look for a light switch.