Arnie knew the importance of the buttons and keypads behind that glass, but the wall looked secured.
Her hands flew over the keypads as she checked the networks for signs of tampering.
She sipped from a container of water and turned again to the wall behind the titanium glass, unable to pinpoint how one of the sensitive keypads had made it outside the compound or when.
Lana waited until the others in the center left and stood before the titanium-reinforced glass in front of the keypads.
There were three people with access to the keypads, and one was sleeping in the barracks from too much drugs.