Lock Shock And Barrel Novels & Stories

There were no guards and it is obvious that the Ning Clan were 'sure' that their treasure room is 'hard' to destroy nor enter it. Soheila shook her head and took out a pin that was hiding in her hair. She destroyed the barrier but before that, she makes sure that nothing will ring if she breaks the barrier. And when Soheila checked there was nothing, she successfully destroyed the weak barrier without making any noise. Her hand movements were fast as she unlocked all the locks of the door. Soheila knew locksmiths skills from one of her friends back then, so that's why she successfully unlocked the locks. “Please don't tell that this is their so-called undefeated lock. I could easily unlock i

The lock wasn’t particularly sophisticated, but its presence was jarring, standing out like a deliberate obstacle. “That’s odd. Why would there be a locked door here?” Dean muttered, running his fingers over the cold metal lock. Knowing Shawn, the man wasn’t the type to make such a careless oversight. If this door was locked, it meant that whatever lay behind it was of significant importance. His thoughts drifted to Leo, who had once taught him the basics of lockpicking. At the time, it had been a skill born out of necessity, but now, it might prove invaluable. “Might as well give it a shot,” he said to himself, his hands instinctively searching for the tools he’d stashed away. Though it had

Alessio grabbed a crowbar from the locker and shoved it into my hands. “Door.” “What?” “Help me.” 00:43 00:42 We ran to the metal door. Alessio jammed the crowbar into the edge of the locking mechanism and leaned his weight into it. The steel groaned. Didn’t move. “Reinforced,” he muttered. “No kidding.” I shoved beside him, pushing the bar harder. Nothing. The countdown kept falling. 00:38 00:37 My lungs tightened. “We’re not getting through that.” Alessio stepped back.

It was unfortunate, but the job had to be done. The men must be overly confident in their abilities to guard the goods because the suspicious luggage was placed near the window by the bed. They were locked with a code, but Dawn didn’t have the time to figure it out. Thankfully, it was a lock with a master key in case the code was lost. The lock-picking tools in his wallet came in handy, and within seconds, the lock was undone.

As he spoke, he kept shaking the retractor in his hand. A few people immediately surrounded him. At this time, the camera in the live broadcast room gave a clear close-up. Sure enough, on that lock, there were really many grooves of different shapes. Some were like a nose, some were like teeth, and some were like eyes. Under the grooves were various mechanisms. Only by putting in the matching parts could one unlock the human body lock and finally open the door. “The judge can always find something new that we don’t know about!”

Looking at the bars, steel bars block any chance of escape. Without another word the door closes behind me, the door clicking close, and the lock sliding into place. Looking around, the realization settles in…this motherfucker is trying to Stockholm my ass.

Of course, as an incubus, I loved everything about pretty much any woman. We pulled up to a warehouse in the 600s and pulled out a small bag containing our tools. The lock on the large door was a heavy bolted latch and key. On the smaller door, was a code lock. We didn’t want to make too much noise, so we used the unscrambler and hooked it into the key box.

Sparrow grinned, fed the specially programmed strip of "live" metal into the appropriate slot, and waited for the device to figure out which of the more than one hundred thousand possible shapes programmed into its memory would handle this particular lock. He had won the tool in a poker game, and used it ever since. Less than three seconds had elapsed when Marco heard a decisive click, saw the noncom turn the handle, and watched the door swing open.

Just like Corel said, I found the rose shaped broach. ‘Don’t think that I have forgiven you just because I helped.’ Corel grumbled. ‘I just don’t want to remain stuck in such a dingy place.’ Biting the pin with my teeth, I stretched it out and twisted it so that it formed a small loop at the end. Reaching through the bars, I thrust it into the hole, twisting and turning it to unlock the six-level levers inside. ‘Watching those lock picking challenges finally paid off.’ Corel commented as there was a familiar click and the lock dropped to the ground. ‘Now, hurry, let us get the hell out of here before those goons arrive.’

[ Cade POV ] I waited until the house was fully quiet. Then I unlocked the drawer. It was a small barrel lock, cheap, the kind that came built into old furniture and wouldn't stop anyone who was actually determined to get in. I'd used the key anyway, every time, for two years. I knew it was more ritual than security. I did it anyway.