Rebecca moved up to the door, leaning her rifle up against the wall and looking at the door. Electronic keypad lock. Not that common these days but she could work with it. She grabbed out her knife and wedged it into the plastic moulding, prying it off to expose the wires beneath. Humming softly she cut two of the wires and stripped a few more. The wound them around and changed the paths of the circuitry. It was rather hard to follow and she worked with speed and certainty. After another moment, the lock could be heard sliding back and Becca beamed to Fanya and the group.<span style="color: indigo">"We're in."</span>She replaced the plastic moulding so that it would not look conspicuous and grabbed her rifle before stepping back. She would let the people with the bigger guns and the training lead the way.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>