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The access code failed again, and she was running out of time. It was clear now that she’d been given bad or outdated intel.
She let out a string of colorful language under her breath that would have earned her a very unimpressed look from her Master, and bolted away from the door as she heard footsteps approaching.
She wasn’t quite fast enough.
“What’s this? I do hope this Padawan of mine wasn’t trying to prank her Master’s room…”
“Of course not, Master,” she said, as innocently as she could manage.
She kept the colorful language to herself this time.