Lee
charged down the corridor skipping several doors. Any door containing a hostage
would have a hatch so that the jailer could keep an eye on their captives; then
again the room that Natalya was in might not haven been planned for that
purpose. He halted at this thought and prepared to charge back the way he came;
when suddenly he heard a sob. Female. Without hesitation he began pounding on
the door.
‘Natalya!
Natalya! British Forces!’ But there was no reply. There was also no handle or
latch; just a traditional keyhole penetrating the lead-covered door. He would
have to blow it open. Taking a very small ball of C4, he threaded in a fuse
then stuffed the ball into the keyhole.
‘Stand
back! I’m going to blow the door!’.
He retreated
a few steps then lit the fuse. After a few seconds there was a large bang.
Returning to the keyhole; Lee could see that the lock had moved; and taking a
grip between the keyhole and the edge of the door, he managed to bend the lock
out of position just enough to prise the door open.
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