{This scene should run concurrent to the Old Friends Reunited thread [Sanfield Memorial Library], and immediately prior to Beneath the Surface [Hovel]}  

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He really does not want to do this, it will put a kink in his mobility for a while after this is all over with, that is, assuming he survives. Not because he can’t just tunnel back through the rubble eventually, but because this is going to draw attention to the area. Cops, then maybe DHS, after it hits the news a couple of junior high kids from the Heights with a shiny new copy of the Anarchist Cookbook (or whatever the hell the whippersnappers are using these days), will get brave, come up here and blow a hand off, be apprehended and he can finally get back to his rounds. At least that’s the plan.

Standing in front of the first shaft, he looks down at the bundle of sticks that Dvalinn gave him, wondering if he should use a series of single blasts or one big one, he decides on the latter for the sake of expediency, reasoning that he can finish the job with his fists if need be. Removing three sticks and twining the fuses together, he tries to remember if the rule was one minute per inch of fuse or one second. “Damn it, maybe I shoulda’ used the Kook.” he decides.

“Ah well, nothing like the threat of imminent death to make you feel alive.” He grins wide at this, maybe it will even be fun. Entering the tunnel and removing the first set of railroad-ties that keep the tunnel from collapsing on its own then setting the charge he reaches into his satchel and removes a modified laser-pointer, while it’s no surgical instrument, it will start a fire from a good distance and, more importantly, it won’t freak him out like holding an open flame.

He backs off a few feet and readies himself to run back outside and dodge to the left to avoid the concussive blast focused by the tunnel. Taking aim at the fuses he holds the green beam steady for a second or two before the distinctive hiss and belch of sparks signal his sympathetic nervous system as a starting gun to an Olympic athlete.  

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The first explosion goes off without a hitch. Collapsing the tunnels with a heavy bang and thud...

The real suprise comes a moment later when a deep rumble from in the mountain shakes the ground around hydes feet.

All the nesting birds lift off en masse and take to the skies just as the mineshaft suddenly bursts like a cork, spewing black smoke and flying rock into the air and forest...

Something much larger that just a sixpack of tnt went off in those mines...

"YEEEAAAHH!! That's what I'm talkin'bout!" Hyde yells at the stars above. Still lying on his back, Hyde bursts into laughter. Picking himself up off the ground he says, "Now THAT was fun."

He quickly surveys the damage and finds that it was indeed sufficient, realizing he has little time he breaks into a sprint, the second and final shaft is a good ways away.

When he arrives he finds, much to his chagrin, that it too was collapsed by the blast. "Figures," he says to himself "I was gonna collapse this one from the inside. Looks like I'll be taking the long way."

When he does finally make it into the sewers on the outskirts of town, he finds that many of his usual routes are also collapsed. "What in damnation did I hit?" he wonders, "No way in hell there was a gas-line way out there."

By the time he makes it back into the underbelly, the proper Nos tunnels, his phone dings to inform him of the SRCN (Sanfield Rock Cable News) bulletin and wonders if this means he owes somebody something or if it was just payment for services rendered... or if there will even be anyone to remember the possibility of such a debt when this is all over.

{Continues at Beneath the Surface [Hovel].} -Nuff said.  

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