Wiley said, "Maybe we can work something. Vacuum won't hurt the goodies, will it?"
"It may explode the cases," said Blair. "That shouldn't do too much damage. I'm worried about it being flipped outside. The cases'll burst, and the whole shipment'll be scattered to hell-angone."
Wiley nodded. "We'll try to lower the pressure slow and easy. Have you cut off the air supply in that section?"
"First thing," said Mendel.
"Good. We'll need two guys on the outside to give us a hand. Do you want to, Glenn?"
"Damn right," said Blair. He got to his feet. "I'll suit up."
Wiley stopped him at the door. "Don't worry, boy," he said. "Nobody's going to blame you if it goes wrong."
Blair studied him, then said, "Tell me, Ed. If that shipment doesn't get out to QB, will it be a very pleasant place to live the next few months."
Wiley returned his gaze a moment, then shook his head. "No, it won't. We'll have to hide the razor blades."