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May 1, 2013
“No really, just give me the pick.” She said. 

The two of them were standing in a dark hallway, charred from the fires several weeks ago.

“Stop worrying, just another moment.” He replied, fiddling clumsily with the lock pick.

Precious seconds had passed, “It’s not going to work, you don’t know what you’re doing.” She barked, taking the pick from him.

He quickly yielded to her and slouched against the wall. Looking up he could see what remained of the wiring that used to bring light to this part of the building.

“Got it!” She said, pulling the door open.