Grusun carefully placed the lockpick back in bag. The
ancient lock refused to open.
“Time to get the hammer,” he said to himself, a habit
developed over years of working alone.
He rummaged through his pack, emerging with a sledgehammer.
Grusun drew the hammer back and smashed it against the lock. The impact sent a
metallic clang echoing down the tunnel.
The door remained shut. Grusun struck the lock several
more times, then bent down to examine the results. The lock was intact, but
Grusun could see that the hammer-blows had cracked the casing around the
mechanism.
“It’s a start.”
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