Searching for a way in
Kevin crouched near the gate, studying the bars. No lock, keypad, or visible latch—strangely secure against intruders. He considered forcing it with a tool.
“Something like a crowbar,” he muttered, scanning the ground for leverage. His eyes landed instead on vines curling around the structure. Parting them aside, he noticed a shape half-buried: a forgotten panel, wires, and something else.
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