Nightshift 44: East Wing, Hall A (First Floor)

[unheroed]

[From here.]What was it again? Right. Stegman, which was even more unfortunate of a name than Dent. It was the second door down on the right, and Harvey hadn't forgotten that he had to force the door open. At least he didn't have Jason here to work at his nerves while he did it. Shaking his head, the man set his flashlight down on the floor and

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[chainsaw_royal]

So, magic based in the four basic elements? It made a certain amount of sense. Between that and the fact that the subject had come up because Sokka said it was something he couldn't do, it didn't seem like there was a lot of point in asking too much about it, other than idle curiosity.

"If neither of you know, I suppose that will do," she said, stepping up to the door Kagura had picked. Jiggling the handle experimentally, she noted it was locked... though it didn't seem to be anything special. Reversing the grip on her flashlight, she slammed the butt of it against the lock, expecting it to shatter. Instead all she got was some creaking and an aching hand. Still, it seemed fairly weak.

Eyes narrowing in determination, she quickly smashed the makeshift bludgeon against the lock again, then again. On the fourth time, it finally gave way. Feeling no satisfaction, Hime instead only had simmering discontent that it had taken that much effort to deal with such a menial task. Without a word or even a glance to her companions, she pushed the door open and headed inside.

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