[ Well. We're all going to hope what he has in mind is effective! It took him a couple moments of poking around in doors he could access, but the nice thing about being in any sort of research facility was the fact that finding a paperclip was pretty easy.
With the thin bit of metal in his hand -and a few extra in his pockets- Obi-Wan came back to the door, only to find himself forced to take refuge in a doorframe as a pair of workers came down the opposite hallway. Holding his breath, he ran through a number of scenarios should they turn down this way, or otherwise spot him. Each scenario had one common denominator; he needed to not get spotted.
Taking it as a blessing from the Force -even if he couldn't access it- that his luck held, as soon as the voices were firmly moving the other way, he darted to the door. As Eight had noted to the three captives in the room with her; they did not have much time.
Folding the paperclip out and then back into a U shape, he went to work. It took a couple of tries, a couple of failures, before he was able to get one end of the wire into place, then sweep the other end in the appropriate one eighty motion. Popping the cover, interrupting the circuit, he also disabled the electronic eye which saw the lock give up it's secrets with a soft click.
Another glance up and down the corridor, looked clear, and he pushed open the door. ]
Come on! [ His voice was calm, hopefully reassuring but also conveyed a sense of urgency. ]
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With the thin bit of metal in his hand -and a few extra in his pockets- Obi-Wan came back to the door, only to find himself forced to take refuge in a doorframe as a pair of workers came down the opposite hallway. Holding his breath, he ran through a number of scenarios should they turn down this way, or otherwise spot him. Each scenario had one common denominator; he needed to not get spotted.
Taking it as a blessing from the Force -even if he couldn't access it- that his luck held, as soon as the voices were firmly moving the other way, he darted to the door. As Eight had noted to the three captives in the room with her; they did not have much time.
Folding the paperclip out and then back into a U shape, he went to work. It took a couple of tries, a couple of failures, before he was able to get one end of the wire into place, then sweep the other end in the appropriate one eighty motion. Popping the cover, interrupting the circuit, he also disabled the electronic eye which saw the lock give up it's secrets with a soft click.
Another glance up and down the corridor, looked clear, and he pushed open the door. ]
Come on! [ His voice was calm, hopefully reassuring but also conveyed a sense of urgency. ]