Piling through, they pounded past a huge machine pumping and hissing, while another complex bit of ironmongery steadily ground what looked like fish guts into a ghastly puree. Huge glass tubes rose on their right sides, filled with colorful liquids constantly churning with endless streams of gaseous bubbles. There was a riveted metal door at the end of the passage clearly marked in ork and norm Authorized Personnel Only. Both a print and a retinal scanner were on the wall alongside. It resembled a bank vault. No passage there.