Open The Door As If Your Life Depends On It (2)

The man's face slowly turned crimson red. His bulging vein looked as if it was an earthworm squirming under his forehead.

Woyu did not release the accelerator. Even though the man managed to avoid most of the impact in the nick of time, half of his body was still stuck in between the maglev pod and the door. A guttural rasp slid out of his throat. Panting like a cow on its death throes, he wiggled his arm free and slapped his hand onto the maglev pod. 

Like ice cream melting under the heat, the maglev pod began to sizzle away. Chunks of raw materials dropped to the floor, moans and groans of metal filled the air, and wisps of smoke fluttered out of the bottom of the pod where the engine resided. The maglev pod got shorter and shorter with each passing second.