[He's studying that lock, meanwhile. Shitty ones can be rotated with the tip of his knife but this isn't a shitty one, this one would take an actual set of lockpicks to move the pins into just the right spots. Make that one more tool he really should have brought with him, though he never anticipated being out here and getting up to all this kind of trouble on what was to be a road trip.]
This isn't the kind of thing you can just get at with a knife real easy. Some of these, you can, but not this one. The other problem is it's got a deadbolt, see. If it's just a regular rotating lock, sometimes you can get the knife between the door an' the mechanism an' slide it back in toward the door, but not with a deadbolt. An' the window on the door, see that pattern? It's reinforced glass. Not the kind you can break easily an' reach through to unlock from inside.
[He pauses, ear to the door, and listens. There's a soft hum of electricity inside, probably from the lights or a fan, but he's also pretty sure he hears a beat. Music.]
Someone's in there. They got music on, so maybe they haven't noticed it yet. But it means they're gonna come running when we force our way in. Get ready.
[Because fuck picking this lock, he's going to jog back to the dumpster, grab a good fist-sized rock, and then come right back on over and raise it so she sees.]
Just gonna break the knob off. Let's see if we can get info outta this guy while we're here.
[This is going to be fucking hard, but he's done it before. He takes a breath, then brings the rock down like a hammer onto the knob. One, two, three times before the wood cracks and the metal warps, enough where he can force it open with his shoulder. The door crashes against a cabinet inside, leaving him panting hard as he stumbles in after it.
The guard is already on his way over, but he's slow to draw his gun while shouting for Johnnie to stand down, and Johnnie just throws that rock as hard as he can at the guy's chest. The man misfires, shooting a hole in the floor, as he staggers backward at the impact, knocking a printer off a shelf that lands on top of him with a crash.]
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[He's studying that lock, meanwhile. Shitty ones can be rotated with the tip of his knife but this isn't a shitty one, this one would take an actual set of lockpicks to move the pins into just the right spots. Make that one more tool he really should have brought with him, though he never anticipated being out here and getting up to all this kind of trouble on what was to be a road trip.]
This isn't the kind of thing you can just get at with a knife real easy. Some of these, you can, but not this one. The other problem is it's got a deadbolt, see. If it's just a regular rotating lock, sometimes you can get the knife between the door an' the mechanism an' slide it back in toward the door, but not with a deadbolt. An' the window on the door, see that pattern? It's reinforced glass. Not the kind you can break easily an' reach through to unlock from inside.
[He pauses, ear to the door, and listens. There's a soft hum of electricity inside, probably from the lights or a fan, but he's also pretty sure he hears a beat. Music.]
Someone's in there. They got music on, so maybe they haven't noticed it yet. But it means they're gonna come running when we force our way in. Get ready.
[Because fuck picking this lock, he's going to jog back to the dumpster, grab a good fist-sized rock, and then come right back on over and raise it so she sees.]
Just gonna break the knob off. Let's see if we can get info outta this guy while we're here.
[This is going to be fucking hard, but he's done it before. He takes a breath, then brings the rock down like a hammer onto the knob. One, two, three times before the wood cracks and the metal warps, enough where he can force it open with his shoulder. The door crashes against a cabinet inside, leaving him panting hard as he stumbles in after it.
The guard is already on his way over, but he's slow to draw his gun while shouting for Johnnie to stand down, and Johnnie just throws that rock as hard as he can at the guy's chest. The man misfires, shooting a hole in the floor, as he staggers backward at the impact, knocking a printer off a shelf that lands on top of him with a crash.]