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A couple of minutes later, the dumbwaiter came back up, but it was empty except for the note. It had been flipped over, and on the reverse side Valerie Soames had written: "Couldn't fit. I'll wait for you here."

'Damn,' Elliot thinks to himself. He moves to the door where he hears the crying and tries the handle very gently.
If it opens, he will sneak in with gun in hand, motioning anyone in there to keep quiet.
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If it is locked he will try his hand at picking it with the impromptu tool he got from the kitchen.
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OOC:   sneak roll 70, BenTheRat rolled 1d100: 25 . locksmith roll 71, BenTheRat rolled 1d100: 98

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OOC:   damn, hopefully it wasn't locked. This tool sux.

The door opened quietly at Elliot's touch, and on the other side he saw a lavishly decorated guest suite with a four-poster bed. There was a bathroom visible through an archway. A beautiful young blonde woman sat in a green leather armchair, wearing a lacy white nightgown. A manacle was around her left ankle, from which a long steel chain coiled on the floor, and the other end was secured to one of the bedposts by another manacle. She had her face buried in her hands, and she didn't even notice him until she looked up, at which point her watery eyes lit up with hope. Elliot recognized her from the photograph in the briefing. He had found Dr. Valerie Kirby!

Elliot puts his fingers to his lips as he quietly closes the door, then does a quick check of the room to verify it has no guards or cameras in the room.

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If there are any camera's he'll slide underneath it and pull the cable.
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After the room is clear:
"Dr. Kirby I presume, my name is Elliot Webb of Unit, I'm here to rescue you." Elliot can't help but smile, he's always wanted to say that. "We need to move quick. Val is downstairs waiting."
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Elliot goes to work on the manacle seeing if he can pick it with his impromptu tool.

OOC:   I hope I don't have to take the roll I didn't need for the door, if I do, I'll find another way. If I can roll again, here it is. Locksmith roll target = 71 BenTheRat rolled 1d100: 100 WOW!!

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As the pick breaks in his hand he can't help himself, "shit!!" he says under his breathe. "Ok, sorry about that, we lost all our gear, working with impromptu tools here."
Elliot looks at the bed, is there a way to slip the end of the chain off the bed by lifting it, if not, how thick is the bed post. Does it look like something Elliot could break.
If not, he will use a poor man's silencer, a pillow, and shoot the chain up by the bed where it connects to the manacle on the other end.

He hates to take the chain with them, but he doesn't want to risk hurting the good doctor.