The crates outside were little more than stools, but the two of them stacked together were sufficient cover for one man to crouch behind. Haskins knelt with his rifle at the ready and Bill stood over him with his Winchester.
Joshua grabbed the ancient, heavy doors and looked back at the group. Haskins and Bill nodded; Rawley, Brigitta, and Teddy stood ready, but with a look on their faces that clearly said, "Not sure what good we'll do, but we're ready..." They fumbled their own weapons into position.
Joshua steeled himself and gave the doors a mighty tug, throwing one wide while simultaneously spinning around to duck behind the other.
About 50 yards ahead, in the darkness of the vast chamber, stood the glowing blue archway.
Nothing happened.
Nothing continued to happen.
They were alone, facing the flickering, shimmering blue archway.