"Bomb out!" A garbled voice suddenly cried out. There was a hissing sound, and a puddle of water began to round the corner.
Both of the men on the ground, possibly either blacked out or dead, suddenly created a shrill, buzzing sound, which seemed to come from their coats.
Switchblade hopped up onto the ledge. The suitcases were mostly metal, and the ones that weren't could easily be exchanged.
He slammed his fist on a small button wired to a radio to alert his men in the sewers. The cork was about to blow.