Nightshift 39: West Wing, South Hall 2-B
[From here]
Celes came to a stop at the firmly locked door at the end of the hall. The general examined the door and put her hand on it, testing the knob. Hm, perhaps not so firmly locked as she thought. It would attract attention if she kicked it, but she did have her hairpins, after all. Pulling one from her hair, and hoping that Locke's little parlor tricks as they traveled together were still useful, she bent two of the teeth on one pin and used her knife for a little leverage. What had that loud mouth said? Gently, like you're making love to it? Did it have to be something that unreasonable?
It was then that she realized she should've brought along some sort of back up, but it was far too late for that now. After fiddling with the lock with for a few long, frustrating moments (from now on, she would definitely leave this to the experts), she heard a click, and pulled her mangled hair pin from the keyhole. The door opened and Celes went inside to the next hallway, quietly.
Celes came to a stop at the firmly locked door at the end of the hall. The general examined the door and put her hand on it, testing the knob. Hm, perhaps not so firmly locked as she thought. It would attract attention if she kicked it, but she did have her hairpins, after all. Pulling one from her hair, and hoping that Locke's little parlor tricks as they traveled together were still useful, she bent two of the teeth on one pin and used her knife for a little leverage. What had that loud mouth said? Gently, like you're making love to it? Did it have to be something that unreasonable?
It was then that she realized she should've brought along some sort of back up, but it was far too late for that now. After fiddling with the lock with for a few long, frustrating moments (from now on, she would definitely leave this to the experts), she heard a click, and pulled her mangled hair pin from the keyhole. The door opened and Celes went inside to the next hallway, quietly.