[color=silver]Duncan was never good at sitting idle. He got anxious enough having to sit on the bench during practice - being unable to help Pebs as she painstakingly fished for the mysterious key was practically unbearable. He felt useless and annoyed, pacing back and forth behind her until he realized it probably just made things worse. So, instead, he walked some distance from her and did what he'd meant to for ages now; he lit a cigarette. It brought him some comfort, if only momentarily.

He didn't know how long it took her to get the key exactly, but it sure [i]felt [/i]like five days. Not that Duncan blamed her for it; she'd done a much better job than he would've. He'd ran out of patience midway through and ended up snapping the wires or something. Hell, even Pebs, as calm a person as Duncan had pegged her as so far, seemed frustrated by the time she finally held up the key in victory. 

Duncan threw the butt of his cigarette onto the floor and put it out with his foot in favor of turning towards her.

[color=0099aa]"Well [i]damn[/i], look at that. You actually did it. Gotta admit, had my doubts for a bit there."[/color] Duncan pocketed the key as she pushed it onto him, watching as she walked up to the rest of the assorted objects they'd found. His tone more serious, he called out towards her turned back:[color=0099aa] "Seriously though - great job."[/color]

He fished out the screwdriver and walked over when prompted to do so, his uplifted mood contrasted by her annoyed one. [color=0099aa]"Aye aye m'am, one screwed-shut truck, comin' right up."[/color]

As he worked on the task in question, he glanced at the paper. [color=0099aa]"Don't think we need that, nah. We got enough shit to carry as is. Aaaand-- there we go."[/color] Duncan slid the truck back over for Pebs to stuff into her bag, then started towards the door. He waited for her to catch up, then nodded.

[color=0099aa]"Ready? It was dark as hell on the other side from what I saw, so get your phone ready. And stay close."[/color]

He drew in a breath, then, invigorated by the successful key acquisition, the promise of escape and the sweet, sweet caress of nicotine from earlier, yanked the door open. He held his phone in one hand to provide light, with the screwdriver held at ready in the other - as if as a makeshift weapon, should there come a need.

Hopefully, there wouldn't come a need.

With long, confident steps, Duncan walked into the room beyond, looking around for anything eye-catching - like furniture, a light switch, or a surprise prank filming crew. [i]Especially[/i] the latter one.[/color]
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