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The Code

Dakotah fingered around her pocket, looking for her lazer.
Her fingers came across the cool cylinder, and she pulled it out of her pocket.
With her hands cuffed in chains, she pressed a button, and sent a beam right through the cuffs. With her hands free, she broke out of the chains on her feet as well.
“Where are you bastards?” she asked as she looked around the empty, steel room.
“Where are you!” she screamed.

A dead silence fell in the room.

Dakotah walked over to the door and twisted the handle. It wouldn’t budge. She then observed the keypad next to it.
“What is the password?” she whispered.
She entered a few digits into the pad.
INCORRECT, read the keypad as it began to blink read.
Dakotah pressed the pad again, and entered another code.
CORRECT, read the keypad,as the door handle twisted open.

Dakotah smiled.
“My birthday…they seriously made the code my birthday…”

Then she left the room.

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