[Nightshift 27: Staff-Only Food Counter]

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The door to the next room unbarred easily, and Celes looked over her shoulder at the men, briefly. Assessing them, as it were. On the patio, she heard nothing, not the sound of patients inside, the scrabble of the giant roaches or even the sound of breath echoing in the room. Shining her beam into the room, Celes stepped inside, looking around.

"It's empty," she whispered. The kitchen looked to be just ahead, though the door was locked when she tried it. "Locked."

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Larsa could not feel all the more relieved when they slipped back into the Institute, uneasiness having since overwhelmed his senses along with the bitter taste of blood in his mouth. T'was a sight he never gazed upon before, and the child would have preferred to never catch such a thing again. Sliding into the room was a relatively simple manner, following their lady to the next-door and frowned when it was revealed to them that the door would not budge.

The lock itself appeared to be weak and rusted upon further inspection. However, it was a problem with an easy solution.

"If we were to hit it some blunt object, say a flashlight, then the lock may crumble." Larsa suggested, looking amongst their group with a small smile.