The door was shut and locked. Sylph glanced down at the note in her hand. She’d been told to deliver it to Perceptors lab ASAP. She tried the door again, and grunted. Locked tight.
Not one to be deterred, she knelt and studied the keypad beside the door. It was a simple, standard-issue keypad. She smirked. Rooting around in subspace for a moment, she pulled out a short, sharp knife and a flat strip of metal. With expert hands, she slipped the flat piece of metal between the casing and the wall. It popped open like a can of Energon.
Studying the intricate jumble of wires for only a second, she bypassed the inner workings of the keypad and picked up the small knife. Carefully, she cut a red wire, then a blue one. Poking her tongue out of the side of her mouth in concentration, she firmly pressed the cut ends together. The door clicked open and she smirked. That was too easy.
The lab was surprisingly neat and orderly. Unlike Wheeljack's lab, all of Perceptors chemicals and tools wer