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I fumbled with the triple lock system, my fingers working like independent spider’s legs. “Come on, COME ON!” I yelled. It released and I belly-crawled/slid down the tube that led to one of the outside ports. The gunfire was still muted. I tried figure how far away it was, but couldn’t so I decided to take the far left port. One more set of locks and I was out. I squinted through the peep hole,…