No crowbar, but the toolbox did have a claw hammer. Eliot pulled out that and a flat headed screwdriver to use as a chisel if need be and rushed back to the coffin. "I'm on it, I'm coming for you, man." It was pretty clear by now that Hardison couldn't hear him, but that wasn't going to stop Eliot from trying to reassure him. "I'm gonna get you out of there, Alec. I promise."

"Promise," Bojana scoffed. Something started oozing down from her hairline on the crushed side of her head. "There's only one promise you keep."

Eliot forced himself to ignore her, wedging the claw end of the hammer under the lip of the lip and prying. His growl of effort turned into a roar as the top corner started to creak, then finally started to crack.