Devin hit the door of the factory hard. "Damn, locked." He reached for one of the shards of metal he had picked up earlier, only to find they were gone. "Crap, I must have dropped them in the field. Anyone got any bright ideas on how we're getting in?" He searched his pack, but couldn't find anything of use. Some packaged food and water bottles, two 9mm handguns that he had stolen from one of the crazies he had to "silence", which had been useless for the last week or so since he had run out of bullets, And a sewing kit to repair his clothing and major wounds if needed. Wait, that was it, if he had a large enough needle...<br/><br/>He grabbed the largest needle he had and began working the lock. "Just about got it I think...." There was a faint audible click. "Yes, we're in lads." He pushed open the door slowly, watching for other people or traps along the way.