Save the delicate and careful examinations for science experiment time with Qilby, Demona. Barricade could only take so much waiting in one lifetime.

"Yeah," he said, spreading both hands over the surface while trying to figure just how it opened. Hinges were a good sign, but did it swing in or out? Sliding the tips of his talons into the cracks of the threshold, Barricade pulled back hard once, then twice, the tension in his joints visible. The door, of course, refused to budge.

Alright, next option. Leaning against the opposite side of the hinges, Barricade pushed, and this time the door moved. The metal shrieked in protest, obviously striped of oil and peppered with rust, but it opened just the same. He stepped back, flicking on his headlights to see into the dark opening. Hopefully the place wasn't full of sand.