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You start pressing buttons. After 3 it beeps unencouragingly. Guess it’s a 3 digit combination. Can’t be that hard, that means there’s only 1000 possible combinations, right?
You quickly start punching in as many combinations as you can think of. Every moment the steps from the hallway are growing louder and louder. Can they hear the keypad beeping? Maybe they won’t hear over the sound of their own footsteps. Do the guards have a shoot on sight order? Shit. You shouldn’t have done this. Your hands are starting to shake as you continue pressing buttons at random, and you’re sure it’s not from your old age.
“You! What are you doing here? Step away from that door!”
You freeze. Shit. Shit. Caught red handed.
You slowly turn around to face the voices.
There’s two armed men in front of you. They look different to the normal guards. They’re kitted out in black overalls and body armour and have mean looking rifles cradled in their arms. Their faces are covered by hooded gasmasks. You’ve never seen a Foundation guard with that kind of gear before. They look like they could tear you to shreds in under a second, and the biggest inconvenience would be cleaning up your blood.
They’re pointing their guns at you, but haven’t shot yet. You guess that’s a good thing?
“It’s a D-Boy. What the hell’s he doing out of lockup? How did he get here?”
“Doesn’t matter. Hands up!”
