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Rook looked around warily, making sure that nobody had spotted them. It seemed that it was early enough that nobody had noticed them fly in, nor had they noticed Mal's crash landing. Seeing that everyone had landed safely and without any injuries, save for Mal's pride, he nodded and began to move forward.

Following Flick's advice, they moved together until they reached the road. It looked a bit different from above- a lot more cracks and small imperfections that were hard to spot from a distance. He noticed the large container, and read the inscription. Shoes and clothes? He smiled to himself when he saw it. It seemed like their job just got a whole lot easier. If they could grab some clothing and proper shoes, they could not only blend in much more easily with the rest of the city's population, but also be more prepared to deal with the elements. Warm shoes and socks were always the most important. Without shoes, they risked injury whenever they walked. And if they couldn't walk, they couldn't survive.

Walking to the back of the bin with Flick, he saw the hatch, and got ready to open it- until he saw the padlock. He walked up to the bin, and knocked his fist against it, feeling how heavy the steel was. Hearing Flick talking to himself, he turned to him. [color=6ecff6]"Don't bother. This is heavy steel, far too thick to break, get open by force. We need to use a...subtler option."[/color] He turned away, scanning the ground nearby, when a glint of metal caught his eye. [color=6ecff6]"Maybe if..."[/color] Turning to pick up the object, he held it up, beaming with pride. It was a small, metal bobby pin, scuffed up from sitting in the road for who knows how long. [color=6ecff6]"I can use this to hopefully, easily pick the lock."[/color] 

Walking up to the hatch, he broke the pin in half with his fingers. Kneeling down next to the padlock, he inserted one of the halves into the bottom, rotating it around while he put his ear up to the lock, trying to hear where it was. Putting the second half in, he rotated them around several times, occasionally listening into the padlock to hear his progress. [color=6ecff6]"Any...second now..."[/color] Rotating the second half, the lock turned, and he was rewarded with a satisfying click. [color=6ecff6]"Hah! Too easy."[/color] Standing up with a huge smile on his face, he removed the now-unlocked padlock, dropping it on the ground as he opened the hatch.