adeptly setting up tripods in waves like a volley of rifle fire.

• +..doomgaze


• +..dub


• +.. Dreamwave

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There we found a small hole in a ventilation grill and tried wiggling through it. We fitted – just barely. We walked back to the street, and Neb assured us no one had seen. Then, one by one, we slipped in, clothes snagging on the edges of the entry. On the other side, we were greeted by glowing control panels in a dank room. The floor was a mesh metal grate that gave as we walked. As Bacchus was pulling his bag through behind us, I heard Guts say, ‘Shit, they’ve locked up the hatch.’ I looked down to where he was standing and saw it was indeed locked. Winch then looked up and said, ‘Looks like we’re going over, then.’ We climbed over a five-metre cage and dropped down on the other side where we could get hold of a ladder. At the bottom of the ladder, we sat on a concrete ledge with a straight twenty-metre drop into darkness. Every few minutes, a train on the Piccadilly line would fly through the tunnel underneath us, pushing a warm wind laced with black dust into our faces. Having no ropes, we carefully grabbed on to the bolts holding the structure of the shaft together, along with some rusty pipes, and began the descent to track level.
Bradley L. Garrett.