[In theory it was perfect. In theory it ought to have worked. Instead, Chloe spends the better part of five minutes attempting to claw, pick and (using that knife of hers for leverage) pry her way in past the tightly sealed, user-sensitive lock. The longer time runs on, the more frantic her efforts get become until she's spitting out a litany of growling curses, interrupted only by the sound of approaching footsteps.
Fuck.
Fuck, it wasn't supposed to turn out like this.]
Stay back! [Clearly aware of Roslyn's approah, Chloe doesn't bother abandoning her efforts on the off chance she might still succeed.]
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Fuck.
Fuck, it wasn't supposed to turn out like this.]
Stay back! [Clearly aware of Roslyn's approah, Chloe doesn't bother abandoning her efforts on the off chance she might still succeed.]