"The kedan," said Skulduggery, "have laws against whistling on Sundays. If they frown on what I'm about to try doing, I honestly don't care."
He'd read up on the legal systems in Keeliai the first chance he got. Or tried to; three or four books were enough to tell him the kedan were a very strange group of creatures and trying to learn what they considered worthy of a fine was only going to be a waste of time.
Skulduggery caught the lock pick with one hand and reinserted it into the lock. A moment later, that lock clicked, and the door opened. "Thank you."
The suite, with one glance, followed the same basic layout as Skulduggery's own. That was enough to bring him right to where the console was in the living room, and with a swipe of the screen he turned it on. Skulduggery ignored the blinking cursor asking for a password and instead knelt down to look for any kind of a control panel.
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He'd read up on the legal systems in Keeliai the first chance he got. Or tried to; three or four books were enough to tell him the kedan were a very strange group of creatures and trying to learn what they considered worthy of a fine was only going to be a waste of time.
Skulduggery caught the lock pick with one hand and reinserted it into the lock. A moment later, that lock clicked, and the door opened. "Thank you."
The suite, with one glance, followed the same basic layout as Skulduggery's own. That was enough to bring him right to where the console was in the living room, and with a swipe of the screen he turned it on. Skulduggery ignored the blinking cursor asking for a password and instead knelt down to look for any kind of a control panel.