Cold air raced over the lip of the valley and descended like a waterfall to the massive steel door. The air was as cold as a winter night and touched steel worn by years of weather and was at least forty degrees warmer.

With a resounding snap, the steel bands welded carefully to the doors seventy years ago cracked and fell to the ground.

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Standing a few feet away from the door, an officer with a cigarette dangling from his mouth smiled and lit the smoke. Moving with supreme casualness, he took his position at the head of his troops and waited.