Nightshift 46: Entry Room

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[from here]He wandered through as carefully as one could when in a rush to move. This was ridiculous. He was lingering too much on sentimental thoughts. If he wanted to get anything accomplished tonight, he needed to maintain his focus. A hospital this large with this many people... There must have been a surplus of information to find. And if this

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Klavier held the flashlight at a higher angle, hoping to keep it out of the way. The last thing he needed was to bust his only source of light. He held the pipe close to one end, briefly braced his grip, and hit (more like chiseled at) the lock a few times. The sensation reverberated up his hand with each hit, surprisingly, making him feel each impact. Interesting. He'd never... really thought about it before, but he guessed that would make sense.

The lock itself didn't seem to be all that greatly affected by the efforts. He either needed to apply more sudden force or direct his aim better. So much for the "chiseling" idea. Looked like he'd have to upgrade to straight out bashing. Still holding the pipe shortly, he pulled his arm further away from the door, braced again, and slammed the end into the lock. The flashlight beam shook with the rest of him, making the lock hard to see with each hit. Irritating, but he kept at it, growing a bit more accustomed to the impacts with each strike.

A few turns of this and eventually the lock gave with an audible snap! and the tink of metal hitting the ground. Finally. His palm had been starting to get numb.

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