Snippet #1260280

Once the door of the holding cell clicked closed, Mitch sprang back to 'consciousness'. "Alright, so stage one is complete. Now that I'm in the damned UVB, where should I go from here?" He muttered to himself, patting his pockets for the guitar strings he kept for situations such as these. Upon locating them in his rear pocket, he began pacing to keep the memories from his mind, removing them and bending the high e string double to provide more strength. Pacing towards the door, his heart dropped; the lock was not pickable. In the past, some solitary vagabond with more ambition than sense attempted to break out with what appeared to be a bobby pin, and some scratches indicated a screwdriver was used as well. Slamming his fist against the door in frustration, he yelled slightly, trying to express the rage he felt at the unpickable lock. "That's fantastic. Who the hell picks locks with a bobby pin and a damn scredriver?!" He yelled, walking away and glancing around for anything of potential use. He slouched against the wall opposite the door, downtrodden at his sudden predicament, when inspiration struck. "Why not," He thought aloud, twiddling the bent wire between his fingers. "Hook the bent end around this cable and try and fish it out that way?" He rose after this, striding towards the door with an air of purpose, slouching to look closely at the offending lock. Poking the looped end of the wire around for a bit, he hooked it on the bent, broken end. Twisting the cable to provide more leverage, he dragged the broken scrap out of the destroyed lock, before staring at it once more. "It's hopeless; the damned lock on this side is a red herring. Why would they let a lock be easily picked by the occupant, if the cell was intended to keep them away from the vault proper? Fantastic, Mitch; you just wasted our time." He muttered again, throwing the useless scrap away and plopping onto the floor. Surprisingly, the memories didn't overtake him. "Small victory, I guess. Only thing left is to try and overpower whomever tries to gather me up for examination." He muttered bleakly to himself.