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Smoke crawled through the cargo hold, making his way through total darkness.
He couldn't see anything.
The cargo hold was hard to navigate, but he felt his way around, tried to use his limited knowledge of the ship.
Something glinted in the darkness. He knew that sheen anywhere.
He grabbed it and the cold hard steel became an extension of his arm.
A knife.
He stuck it on his belt and kept going.
The ship was shaped like a rectangle, with the hold at the bottom. That meant that there had to be some sort of access door somewhere along the inner wall.
He reached into the dark, touched the smooth inner wall. He couldn't see it, but he knew it.
He felt around on the wall, patting it and rubbing it.
He found a metal handle.
He pulled.
He pushed.
Then he lifted.
A section of the
