Can’t find The Strength
The marines leaned against the doors together, shoving with muscle and weight. Wood creaked, hinges strained, but the gap widened no more than an inch. Clearly, something solid blocked the other side. Morgan assessed swiftly and issued directions. “You two hold here and await my call. I’ll find another way through.” With that, he scanned nearby for alternate access, refusing to waste precious energy in a losing contest against barricaded doors.
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