Joan waits for the last of them to run by, then slips out and moves down the hall, running one hand along the wall. She gets to the first of the electrical panels, and feels around it. There are a number of switches, but in the dark she can't tell what's what. She can feel the wires, and tries tugging on them, but they're too firmly attached.
She presses her lips in frustration and moves backwards, and her foot hit something that scrapes against the floor. She crouches, feels for it, picks it up.
Wire cutters. Yes.
She quickly goes back to the panel, and clips all the wires in the top row, then the middle, then the bottom, then moves on to the next panel.
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Joan waits for the last of them to run by, then slips out and moves down the hall, running one hand along the wall. She gets to the first of the electrical panels, and feels around it. There are a number of switches, but in the dark she can't tell what's what. She can feel the wires, and tries tugging on them, but they're too firmly attached.
She presses her lips in frustration and moves backwards, and her foot hit something that scrapes against the floor. She crouches, feels for it, picks it up.
Wire cutters. Yes.
She quickly goes back to the panel, and clips all the wires in the top row, then the middle, then the bottom, then moves on to the next panel.