You rush down the steps, wincing each time your right leg hits the ground, shotgun in arm. The force against the door is steadily increasing; they are trying to break it down, you realize.
Unluckily for you, there is already someone kicking at the basement door. You recognize him by his uniform; and a pistol is already gripped in the man's hands.
The authorities have been alerted, you think to yourself with a sigh. But you refuse to go quietly.
You wait until he resorts to breaking the hinges. The door collapses, and the cop steps in.