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"Mechanics, no... software and a bit of hardware, yes," Near hummed, looking over at him.

"Does he have a work bench?" Mail asked.

"He has a desk full of computers," Near informed. "But I doubt it's still here. I am going to assume that Matt left years ago... its the most likely option."

"Yeah, but if he left anything I could use it." Mail offered.

With a sigh, Near got up and moved over to the doorway. However when he attempted to open it, he found it was locked.

"...What is it?" Mail asked as he got up from the floor.

"The door is locked," Near informed, trying it again in case it was just the handle.

"Whatcha mean it's locked?" Mail frowned- walking over to help Near.

"As in it wont open," Near informed, frowning even more.

"They locked us in." Mail was still frowning as he handed Near back Nate's phone and looked around for something heavy. "What's going on Near?"

"I am not sure," Near informed, bending down to peer at the lock.

"Help me find something to break the handle off with." Mail said quickly.

"Hand me the pen on the desk," Near commented. "The blue one with the red cap."

Mail blinked.

"...Are you sure it's heavy enough?" He asked- not moving.

"Trust me," Near requested, rather gently.

"...You're lucky I do." Mail said before walking over to the desk and bringing Near back the pen he's requested. "Because anyone else would probably think you're off your rocker."