Mine Entrance Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

and perfect. Romeo punched in a code on the rusted door panel. A green light blinked. "Michael changed the entry lock", Jessica whispered. "He always does", Romeo said. "He's paranoid". They entered. The hallway was narrow and dimly lit, smelling of dust and old water pipes. Romeo guided them up three flights of stairs to a door marked with peeling paint. He knocked once. Twice. A pause. Then a metal bar slid aside and a pair of sharp brown eyes appeared.

It gives an innocent touch and brings out my eyes. Perfect. "It's beautiful, sweetheart. Vin is lucky to have finally found you" Maria enters the room and I smile turning to her. "Come quick, help me with my hair" I drag the woman to my dressing table and she chuckles, obediently following me. Well, it's a happy day.

I opened a window. “You’re leaking on my leather,” I muttered, nudging his foot with mine. We turned off on a dead-end street past an old slaughterhouse front with a rusted-out sign—G&R Premium Meats, half the letters were missing. We passed through the chainlink gate, down a tight alley that stank of mildew and piss, and stopped at a rust-colored steel door. Luca punched in the code, hydraulic locks hissed and the door opened. Inside was nothing cold concrete, blood-stained tile, buzzing fluorescent lights and the Meat Locker.

I had memorized it the way I memorized everything, automatically, without deciding to, the habit of a person who had learned early that knowing where the exits were was a survival skill. Fourth floor. Entry route, day one. We had come in through the east entrance. Down a main corridor, past a junction, past a service door on the left. Past another junction, into the stairwell. Service door on the left. "Service corridor," I mentioned. "We came past it on day one. East side. There is a maintenance hatch at the end of it. Old hardware, but different color handles." "How far back?" "Junction behind us. Turn left, thirty meters."

Klempner steers carefully to avoid axle-crunching ruts and potholes. Despite the unsavoury nature of the surroundings, the number of cars parked up suggests brisk trade. High-quality trade too. Few of the cars are economy models. "Finchby's sharp," says Klempner. "He'll try to score points, to needle you. It's how he works. How he thinks. Hang on to your temper." The 'main entrance' is a steel door, heavily made, equally heavily set into the walls. The only fittings are an industrial-grade lock, and a bell-button set in the wall to one side

I swallow hard. We reach a locked iron door. I have never seen it before. Kael enters a code on the wall panel, then another one. Metal shifts and something inside the door clanks loose. He pulls it open and steps aside so I can walk in first. I hesitate. Something is wrong.

Dante reply and jogs towards some boys. Mike takes my hand and leads me towards a room. “What business do we have here?” “Just a few more seconds and you will know” He stops at a door and enters a code, the door open and we step in. I gasp quietly at what I saw. “A shooting range?”

"Why does nobody wanna talk to me?" Minos stepped out of the wall-less room and into the corridor, trying to trace back his steps last night. He remembered climbing up the stairs on one end, but he didn't remember entering the door on the other end. He reached for it, pushing it open as he did, but it fell off its hinges, making a loud banging noise. With his little knowledge of architecture, he guessed that he's now entered the main hall of the manor. What he figured was the main entrance was now barricaded with different furniture. The only remaining door is the one opposite him. He opened it and stepped inside.

Mimin turns her head to give Gale a piece of paper. "This is the next location for a national radio interview for today's young actor Verss, this is the floor plan for the entry and exit locations. There are several entrances, but the committee recommends entering through the side door. This is a door that people rarely go through and most fans don't know because this is the road for the building maintenance guy, then…”

I hated how quickly my mind arranged them beside everyone else who had watched from somewhere safe. Jesse squeezed my shoulder. “Forget I said anything.” That was easier to request than accomplish. We reached the maze entrance, where tall wooden panels had been covered with pine branches, ivy, and hundreds of tiny amber lights. Music drifted from somewhere inside, muffled by the thick greenery. A sign beside the entrance read: Find the moon at the center and claim your prize. Jesse studied it. “That seems suspiciously simple.” “Maybe the prize is disappointment.” “Then Ravenwood has spared no expense.”