The ventilation intake was protected by a heavy steel mesh grate reinforced with industrial crossbars, caked in decades of frozen alpine grime. Matteo pulled a compact thermal plasma cutter from his tactical pack, thumbing the ignition switch. A brilliant pencil-thin jet of blue flame erupted from the nozzle, hissing violently as it sliced through the hardened alloy bars like a hot needle through wax. Within three minutes, a square opening…
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