[b][centre][color=c4df9b][h1]The Tech who lifts.[/h1][/color][/centre][/b]

“Be careful old man, I don't wanna break in a newbie.” Enzo said, part humour and part genuinely, it was a dangerous job and real risks. Being careless in damage control open ended up being dead. He took the offered hammer, the man knew his strengths, Stokes was good at some things, physically breathing things by sheer force belonged to Enzo. The building looked like it spawned during a video game generation, it was entirely alien to its environment. The main door looked to be buckled so blasting would be needed, no neat little cutting work with a cut off blade. “Frak, looks like a rhino trying to exit..” He said to himself and nodded, picking up his helmet radio message. “Copy, maybe 5 mins if you want to minimise secondary damage and effects. Mechanism is unlikely to work.”

He approached the damaged door and gave it a few solid wacks with the hammer stokes gave him to test how it was, and mangled up good and solid. “Definitely 5 mins. Doors mechanism fubar boss.” He gave a longer timeline than he thought he needed but Enzo knew that life could throw a stupid surprise your way.

Polite work took time as he rigged up a mix of cutting charges, straight up explosives and some other items and rigged them to a few fuses he set to go in a precise order. Gravws wanted a clean job and he hoped to show his new boss, he made a decent impression. 

It was 3 and a half minutes later he stepped back and jogged back with works trailing and deftly wired it into a control box, flipped the lid and went onto the radio. “Fire in the hole. 5.4.3.2.1…  Breach.“ He gave Graves a look that said he might enjoy this part a little too much but pressed both buttons and multiple muffled booms, thuds and crashing metal sending heavy doors and mangled frames crashing to the ground blowing up a lot of dust as everything settled and a sign fell off the front from the shock damaged by the prior actions before they landed. 

He had confined most of the damage to the door area, the disabled parking had taken some damage, one was an insurance job, the security checkpoint inside was scrap metal, but explosives were not exactly something that behaved the same every time. As the dust cleared the dark yawning hole that was the entry point was revealed to the team. 

Not perfect. But also you could not control everything exactly. Enzo thought. The Doors had been pretty well secured and reinforced, nothing was on fire at least and nothing had collapsed or sent secondary effects beyond a localised part of the creepy building.

They had an entry however.

The building was still creepy…

Oddly the office pot plant was at serenely unharmed on the side table. Life was stranger than fiction.