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Sonia nodded, and from there the pack proceeded with swift certainty. They went down the left hallway, traveling along the corridor until they came to its end. At the end of the hall was a singular door, as well as a solitary bookshelf along the left wall and a stylized panting on the right. There was no nameplate or other marker on the wall or on the door itself, but there remained little doubt that behind this door was their intended destination.

Margaret ventured forward first, grim determination in her eyes as she gripped the doorknob. She turned it to open the door...but found the knob stuck firmly in place. She frowned, and after trying it a few more times, found the door had stayed firmly shut.

"It's locked," she noted with distaste, stepping back as she eyed the door with a critical stare. "And I doubt we have time to go looking around for a key. We should always shoot it open, or break the door down..."

"Ah, but doing that would alert the hotel's denizens that we're here," Sonia countered. "I know we're all ready for a fight...but the longer we can go without calling down hell on our heads, the better. We could try picking the lock instead, maybe."

"With what tools? And do any of us know how to pick locks? They didn't exactly cover this back at the Academy," Margaret noted wryly.