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Rembert nearly dropped his omnitool until white knuckles kept a firm grip, "Ashen, jiminy fuckit it's the Ashen! No wonder the trunk is acting up on the live side! This must be one of their old bunkers right on top of it!"

Oswald didn't exactly have a firm grasp on the Ashen but the name made him a little grey inside his helmet from what he did remember. Maybe the thing in the sewers wasn't quite so bad. Could they get get out the door they came in though?

Both spoke at the same time, "WELD THE DOOR CLOSED."

Both men hurriedly dropped what they were doing and unpacked a plasma cutter case occupying a third of their backpacks. The case had a retaining cable in case they dropped it as well as the umbilical. The suit capacitors could charge enough energy to sustain the torches for a fair while and the dual-processed high volume air pump kept it in shielding gas. The micro-fusion generator wasn't anything imperial but it got the job done with capacitors to store the energy.

They both hustled out the stairwell door hurriedly unpacking their plasma welders on the wet floor. They started pushing the door closed as tight as they could with a grunt and white of motors. Knelt on either side they'd chip away grime with the omni-tool then start the 30,000 degree plasma welder to try and pinhole weld the frame to the door.

Plasma welders at this amperage hit the supercaps hard and it still would take the longest 30 seconds of their life to do half a foot of weld distance. Enough to keep the doors shut.

"What about the elevator?!", Oswald asked while the plasma torch threw bright white light against the frame and door surface.

"Screw the elevator, one thing at a time! We can try disabling it up top!", Rembert replied even a little worried himself. The suits might not have enough juice in the caps to get them up stairs at a hurry.