The flashlight beam snapped off and silence permeated the chamber, the only sound his heavy breathing. Let’s hope he didn’t nod off and drop the damnedpiece of metal.
He took a few minutes to get his lungs working then glanced up. He’d been manipulating the metal between his hands and he had a bad feeling it wouldn’t work. It felt too thick to fitinto the lock.
“Can you flash that lightover here now?”
The light flicked on and moved to his hands. It looked like part of a broken off hinge. Maybe from one of the caskets. Definitely too wide. Damn, shit, fuck.
“Is that going to fit?” God, he hated to tellher the truth.
“I may have to file it down a bit but I’ll make it fit.”
Then began the arduous task of scraping the metal against the stone behind him. Scrape a few minutes. Stop and check. Move the metal then scrape another part. Dust from the wall and the metal sprinkled down, getting in his eyes. The angle of the manacles caused his knuckles to be scraped as well. This was going to be a long process, but what choice did he have? The clock was ticking down.
