Permac seemed to ignore her, running his hand outside the door frame until a small square began to glow. He reached into his pocket for the knife Linsora had given him and pried off the panel. Putting his hand in the hole, he pulled out several wires, stripped the ends, and touched them together. The wires sizzled, and the door creaked open just enough for one person to squeeze through.
“Kind of unhandy if you’re in a hurry,” Linsora said.
“Only if you don’t have the proper palm prints.”
They wedged themselves through the opening. A copy of the current hallway was on the other side of the door. It looked identical.
“We should be outside the building by now . . . but it doesn’t look like the floor is sloping upward toward the outside,” Permac said.
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