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#88 - Lock

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Today's "room" included a floor that dropped away. Florian had landed wrong. He was limping as they reached two doors: one ahead, one left.

"Something behind that left one," breathed Florian.

"Sure?" whispered Catlin. She hadn't heard anything.

He nodded. "You get back," she said. "Let me take point until we know what's there."

He went, obviously in pain. It made her feel strong and brave until she discovered that the door was locked. Not fair!

"Florian!" she hissed. "It's got a lock!"

He limped back and squeezed her arm. "That's how it is, sometimes," he said, opening his toolkit.