Nightshift 33: West Wing, South Hall 2-B
[from here]
Mello turned right and started down the hallway closest to the stairwell he'd used to reach the second floor. Before him, everything was silent, though the bulletin had told him that past the wall to his left, people were being tortured and used as experiements.
He mentally shrugged as he moved down the corridor, focusing on the white circle of his flashlight's beam and giving those poor souls only the most cursory of thoughts. As long as it wasn't him.
At the end of the hallway, he stopped to dig out the blade of the surgical scissors he'd used to modify his radio. It was dented and slightly bent, but it should be good enough. He dropped to one knee and slid the thin strip of metal into the doorknob's hole, then turned it as he listened for the weak thump that would indicate the tumblers falling into their assigned positions.
It shouldn't take longer than a minute or two. The last few years had definitely given him an advantage over his peers.
[to here]
Mello turned right and started down the hallway closest to the stairwell he'd used to reach the second floor. Before him, everything was silent, though the bulletin had told him that past the wall to his left, people were being tortured and used as experiements.
He mentally shrugged as he moved down the corridor, focusing on the white circle of his flashlight's beam and giving those poor souls only the most cursory of thoughts. As long as it wasn't him.
At the end of the hallway, he stopped to dig out the blade of the surgical scissors he'd used to modify his radio. It was dented and slightly bent, but it should be good enough. He dropped to one knee and slid the thin strip of metal into the doorknob's hole, then turned it as he listened for the weak thump that would indicate the tumblers falling into their assigned positions.
It shouldn't take longer than a minute or two. The last few years had definitely given him an advantage over his peers.
[to here]