a bump in the night, she was getting careless, usually she would have been in in the office, toasting another well done job with Tarkis "the Fatman"... but fate had other plans, she was flying solo for three days since his death and she had seemingly lost her professionalism "Fucking... open..." she shook the lock, clearly frustrated and she decided subtlety had gotten stale around six broken lock picks ago, so she lined her heeled boot up to the handle and steped back