"Like I said," said Summer, kneeling down in front of the door and setting down a small kit of tools...pink, of course, "this ain't my first rodeo. Now be quiet before you wake someone up and just keep watch while I get this. Suprisingly, it doesn't look like it's rigged at all, so this should be a piece of cake."

Honestly, it was almost disappointingly easy after dealing with Rick's locks for so long. No spring loaded tranq darts, no complicated plasma recognition modules, no focused lasers that would likely make your head explode. She honestly expected more from you, Diaz.

But it was a good lock, she'd give her that, and complicated, so it took a little bit of work and jimmying, but she got it eventually, grinning at the sound of a satisfying click.

"Got it," she announced proudly. "We're i--"

But when she pushed at the door, it still wouldn't budge.

"Wait, no, hold on," she amended, sitting up a little higher as she noticed a second lock, "there's another one."

Which made sense, buuuut....