How To Pick Locks Novels & Stories

I inserted the earrings into the keyhole and applied a slight rotational pressure to it. I used the thin needle pin to push the pins inside the lock up while maintaining pressure with the earring. Shortly after, the door opened. I left the pin and earrings on it so when I remove them, I will be able to lock the door. "Where did you learn this from?" Anna asked, surprised. "It's just something I picked up over the years," I replied.

My heart hammered in my chest, and I wondered what I was going to find in the room. The last room’s door was isolated. You could barely tell there was another room. The door looked old. I knocked on it gently over and over, while looking around making sure no one was heading my way. After knocking several times, there was no reply so I twisted the knob but the door did not budge. As expected, it was locked. This was where learning how to pick locks came in handy. I had watched over a twenty videos teaching me how to use hair pin to pick a lock.

She carried lock picks in it because she learned to pick locks as a teenager when she and her father were running and sometimes they needed to get into places fast. She knelt in front of the safe and started working. It was harder than a regular lock. More complicated. Her hands were shaking from hunger and fear and that made it worse. Time crawled. Riley watched the door. Sage focused on the tiny sounds of the lock mechanism, feeling for the right positions. Fifteen minutes passed. Twenty. Thirty. “We need to go,” Riley said. “Security’s going to check this floor soon.” “Almost there.” Sage adjusted the pick, she felt something click, she tried again. Another click. “Come on, come on.”

What does that even mean? Either way, I’m more determined than ever to get out of here before my brain melts. Luckily, he also gave me my laptop back, and I spent half the night on the internet watching lock-picking videos. It took me a couple of hours of fiddling with paper clips and bobby pins, but I’ve mastered my door lock. All the internal doors of the pack house are similar, so I hope that means I can pretty much pick any lock in the house. Fingers crossed.

But this time, my passion was driven by something much greater than my own desire to succeed - it was driven by the desperate need to save innocent lives. Using the key, I pushed open the door and went to my work area. I knew that time was of the essence, and that I needed to act quickly. My mind raced as I tried to come up with a plan to get into the inner labs. Suddenly, an idea came to me - I remembered reading that locks can be picked using a hairpin. Without hesitation, I reached into my hair and pulled out a pin, carefully bending it into the shape of a miniature tool.

Loitering is bound to draw someone’s attention. I walk over to the closest locker, gently grasping the combo lock that’s keeping it shut. It’s one of those cheap ones you can buy at any office supplies store. I don’t even need to pull out my tools to crack it. All I do is tug on the bottom to take most of the slack out of the shackle. Keeping a medium amount of tension, I turn the combination face clockwise until it snags on a sticking point —the first number in the sequence. I then rotate back counterclockwise and find the second sticking point, before finally turning it clockwise one more time until… Pop!

She still hadn't woken up. Since Jenna had made herself clear, there was no point in my shamelessly sticking around. I turned and left, taking a taxi home. I asked the taxi driver to stop at a hardware store close to the apartment. After explaining what I needed it for and signing a liability form, I bought a power saw. With the saw in hand, I went straight to the parking garage and, without hesitation, started sawing through the clamps. I'd just finished cutting all four locks when a group of security guards arrived, with Jake among them.

With stealthy footsteps, he approached the door and pressed his ear against it, listening intently for any signs of trouble. Inside the room, Nick could hear voices, though they were muffled and indistinct but sound like things were being broken. He strained to make out what was being said, but the words were too faint to decipher. Determined to get a closer look, Nick reached into his pocket and retrieved a lock-picking tool. With practiced precision, he worked the lock until it clicked open, allowing him to slip inside unnoticed.

Leo thought of dialling the number that called now but he did not want to raise any suspicion so he tried to open the locked drawer. He was glad for his training in picking locks, Leo search for things he could use to pick the lock. He found a safety pin in a box. Leo crouched down in front of the drawer, he inserted the pin in the lock and twisted it until it opened. Leo pulled the drawer open, he searched for the files he saw maxi held when he was hiding.

I returned to Dorian's room, straightened out the paper clip, and began to form notches at one end and a tiny hook at the other. “This was the shape, wasn't it? I need to work fast before Dorian gets here.” I slotted my badly formed lock-picking tools into the lock and began wiggling them around as much as possible. “Come on, come on, come on.” I was getting anxious and frantic, and I wiggled it even faster. Suddenly, I heard a light click. My blood ran cold. Did it work? I grabbed the handle and pushed it; the door was open.