" The fugitive blew through a doorway. I was only two steps behind, but when I got there the door was closed and locked. I flung one granite shoulder against it. It gave about a thousandth of an inch. “You do it.” Morley indicated Slither. “Stop whimpering, Garrett.” “I dislocated everything but my ankle bones.” Slither knocked on the door with his very large feet, smashing away numerous times before he risked his own tender shoulder. The door exploded like stage furniture. Guess you have to have the knack. "

― Glen Cook , Deadly Quicksilver Lies (Garrett Files, #7)