Luke Schwarze--Sacrificing self in vain
Wait. Jack was in? He'd missed the telltale flash of him going fast, or something? His joints were stuck in that door for no reason?
"Why me..?" he whimpered weakly to himself, yanking the door back open roughly to give Jack a clear path out and looking inside as he did so.
What the--
"A filing room behind a steel door?" he muttered, eyes narrowing in suspicious as his smashed digits repaired themselves under the gauntlet. Man, that door was heavy. "No way this is right. Jack," he said, flipping on the comm link. "Get the hell outta there, I've got the door open. This is fishy."
Way too fishy. A glorified file cabinet in a noticeably well lit room, locked behind a steel door? How the heck could they trust that? Granted, there was plenty of incriminating evidence behind said door, but...
Bait? Maybe. I don't know, but my nerves are getting more and more on edge by the minute the longer we hang around.
Go fast, Jack!