[Luckily, neither of them have to worry about Leonardo trying to stand on a set of busted legs, because at that moment the steel door on the far side of the room clicks as the deadbolt turns. With a whine of disuse it swings open and faint, sickly yellow light slaps across the ground to illuminate a figure in the doorway.]
Tsk. You lads weren't supposed to be moving around.
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Tsk. You lads weren't supposed to be moving around.