She worked hard on the second last pin. It felt seated but the door was still locked. She could move away from the sentry, work her way around the base. But she would soon run into another sentry. It was open ground out here in the snow.
Her only way out was through.
Last pin.
The footsteps squeaked closer.
Nasira’s eyes were on the edge of the base. Her fingers worked independently of her vision. She tried to listen to the pins, to hear the last pin seat. To hear the click as the lock turned.
She heard the sentry sniff with a runny nose.
Her hands were shaking.
Not now, she thought, not f*****g now.
She almost lost grip on the rake lockpick. The footsteps were very close now. The sentry was one, maybe two steps away. adrenalin iced through her.
Click.
The lock turned.
She palme
