Rønneberg paused to look all around, straining his ears for sounds above the roaring of the turbines and the roaring of the water.
The hydrogen plant and the power station loomed before him, eight stories high, the German guard barracks nestled between the two enormous buildings. With Kaysar guarding Rønneberg and Idland guarding Strømsheim, the demolition team crept across the open yard and around the eastern wall of the hydrogen plant.
Rønneberg tried the basement door. It was locked. Kaysar ran lightly up the stairwell and returned shaking his head. The first floor door was locked as well.
They had brought along explosives sufficient to blow a door off its hinges, but now, at the moment of truth, Rønneberg hesitated. The guard barracks were right there. He did not dare an explosion t
