The female that had been on the phone earlier, came up to them as she put on her gray blazer and flipped her hair off the collar; she asked in an authoritarian voice.

     "What’s the problem?"

     An unknown female responded, "the doors won’t open."

     "What about the one’s in the back?" she asked, as her hair was flipping out of her way.

     "Locked as well." A black haired young man answered. 

     She jumped up and down, waving her arms, "there’s no fire here! No fire!" at the camera, but the showers from the sprinklers just kept gushing. Her long light blonde wet hair sticking to her face and her white shirt, pants and lab coat soaked. The water was already up to her ankles.

     The young man with the black hair was pulling down on the long metal bar that was the handle with all his might, he knew they had to get out of the room and fast. He went to the key pad that was next to it. "The code doesn’t work!" He yelled, panicked.

     "No fire!" The female screamed at the top of her lungs. "No fire!" Camera 17R just kept observing them and identifying the lab technicians one by one and their problems, through voice analyzing and stress levels. It wasn’t human. However, it could still identify that they were in distress. "What’s wrong with you?!" She asked, as if it had to know the difference in the situation.

     "The door won’t open!" Hollered, the young man with black hair. He came back down and walked past the angry female. "This water isn’t going anywhere." He knew now why he had been afraid before.

     "-What?!" she asked, unsure of what she was hearing.

     "It’s a sealed room!" He yelled, above the cascading inside torrential downpour.

     She turned around, water up to her hip now. "Help me with the door." She told the other lab tech. A balding, yet very young man.

     "Oh, fuck the doors!" He yelled back as he went to a wall panel, tore it off and grabbed an axe. He waddled toward’s  a large window pane of three, that made the room look like a fish tank, which at this point was taking on a similarity. He swung with all his might with the pick side of the axe, "aaahh…" but only a pebble size glass broke off on the other side and landed on the cold steel floor the size of a diamond.