Nightshift 23: Staff-Only Food Counter
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Recluse slipped inside the door and closed it quickly behind him- it didn't seem as if the feral man outside had seen him, but he wasn't going to take that on faith.
What he had seen of the outdoor section seemed to be an eating area. This room must lead to a kitchen or food preparation area. Some place where he could find the materials he needed.
He strode across the room to the only other door, making a small hiss of annoyance when he tried the handle and found it locked. Well... It wasn't that much of a problem. The door wasn't particularly sturdy, but he didn't like the idea of making much noise, not with the potential hostile outside and gods-knew-what in here. He didn't have what he needed to pick the lock, but fortunately the hinges were on his side of the door. Hinge pins were usually slotted in tightly enough so that you'd be hard pressed to get them out bare handed, but Recluse knew well enough how to get around this sort of problem. Setting down the bag full of Leftover parts, he inserted his sharpening steel into the underside of one of the hinges and gave the thing a whack with the handle of his flashlight. The hinge pin moved, sliding a few centimeters out of its resting place. Once all the pins were removed, the lock would be completely useless thanks to the fact that he would be able to lift the door straight out of its frame.
Thank gods for a successful background as a leader in a gang of theives. It wasn't a dramatic entrance, but if you had decent self esteem, you didn't need such things. And Recluse certainly thought very highly of himself.
Recluse slipped inside the door and closed it quickly behind him- it didn't seem as if the feral man outside had seen him, but he wasn't going to take that on faith.
What he had seen of the outdoor section seemed to be an eating area. This room must lead to a kitchen or food preparation area. Some place where he could find the materials he needed.
He strode across the room to the only other door, making a small hiss of annoyance when he tried the handle and found it locked. Well... It wasn't that much of a problem. The door wasn't particularly sturdy, but he didn't like the idea of making much noise, not with the potential hostile outside and gods-knew-what in here. He didn't have what he needed to pick the lock, but fortunately the hinges were on his side of the door. Hinge pins were usually slotted in tightly enough so that you'd be hard pressed to get them out bare handed, but Recluse knew well enough how to get around this sort of problem. Setting down the bag full of Leftover parts, he inserted his sharpening steel into the underside of one of the hinges and gave the thing a whack with the handle of his flashlight. The hinge pin moved, sliding a few centimeters out of its resting place. Once all the pins were removed, the lock would be completely useless thanks to the fact that he would be able to lift the door straight out of its frame.
Thank gods for a successful background as a leader in a gang of theives. It wasn't a dramatic entrance, but if you had decent self esteem, you didn't need such things. And Recluse certainly thought very highly of himself.