Springlock Failure 소설 & 이야기

I asked him. "It can get missing and we normally don't have spare keys for each cell. Although it's safer this way, the keys are well stuck and to remove it, I have to undo this metallic locker which is hardly joined together to give a firm rock hard protection of losing the keys" he replied pointing at the metallic locker that was on the foamy stuff attached to his waist belt. "So what can I do for you?"

By the time we'd reached the row of lockers, my palms were wet. I wiped them on my jeans before I grabbed for the dial, but it was too late—the metal slipped out from under my fingers, every click too loud in my ears. I said the combination out loud, turning slowly. Once. Twice. Three times. The lock stuck anyway. "Damn it," I muttered, pulling too hard. The handle rattled but wouldn't budge. "You're rushing it."

Thorne already left minutes ago, so this was my chance. I reached for the doorknob, but it didn’t budge. My smile faltered. What the…? I tried again but it was still locked. What sorta nightmare is this? I jiggled it harder, then yanked. Nothing. My chest tightened. “Shit,” I whispered. The lock wasn’t jammed. It was programmed. There was a digital keypad now blinking faintly beside the door, red and unwelcoming. That son of a bitch.

The exterior has a design of a crow, shimmering under the light. “There it is…” Inhaling a deep breath, I approach the safe. There's a golden lock fastened on the handle. Again, I take out the sharp pin from my hair and try to unlock it. Strangely, the lock wouldn't make any twisting sound. “What's going on?” “The lock is made with a special mechanism. It wouldn't open with a simple pin.” A familiar, deep voice echoes through the wall. I slowly gulp, clenching the pin in my grip.

She understood locks because a lock was just a big, complicated piece of jewelry. She knelt by the door’s internal control panel and used her fine-tipped pliers to pop the plastic cover off. Behind it was a mess of colored wires and circuit boards. "Think, Selene," she hissed to herself, her fingers moving with a speed she didn't know she had. "The power is out, so the computer is holding the bolt shut using the backup battery."

There was no exterior handle, only a digital keyless pad that was currently dark, its circuit boards dead from the power cut. "The lock is magnetic, Darius," Iris said, crowding close to my shoulder as she peered at the dead console. The wind caught her dress, tearing another long strip from the hem, but her focus didn't waver from the task. "Without the auxiliary generator line running through this sector, the magnets are fully engaged. It requires three thousand pounds of pressure to break the seal manually." "Then it is a good thing I didn't skip breakfast," I rasped, my jaw clenching as I shifted my weight.

Perfect for someone with secrets to hide. The door was locked. Of course it was. I knelt down, examining the mechanism. Standard pack house lock, nothing too sophisticated. I pulled a thin piece of metal from my pocket — borrowed from Lena's lock-picking kit without her knowing. First attempt: the pick slipped, scraped against the pins. Too much pressure. Second attempt: better, but I could feel the tension wrong. The pick was bending, close to breaking. Careful. If it breaks, we're done.

Move with haste but with precision. — ۩ Once the symbols align, the lock's pins will release allowing the door to swing open. But be warned, the mechanism is treacherous. If the sequence is entered incorrectly three times, the lock will jam, the door will seal, and the lights will go out, leaving you in permanent darkness. If the clock chimes before you solve it, you will be trapped here forever.

“Must be the whole building this time.” “Great,” I said, my voice coming out steadier than I felt. “Just fantastic.” I heard him moving around, probably feeling for the door. A few seconds later came the sound of the handle turning, then nothing. “Lily.” “Yeah?” “The door’s locked.” “What do you mean locked?” “I mean the electronic lock engaged when the power went out. We’re stuck.” I set the box down carefully, my hands already starting to shake. “That’s not possible. There have to be manual overrides or something.”