"Nothing, nothing so crude. Or so loud." Eddy walked up to the door and
leaned down to examine a plate with nine buttons on it, just like the one in the 
front. He began to press the buttons. Peter was certain he was making random 
guesses, that the area was about to be surrounded by cops called in by a silent 
alarm of some sort. "Most people use one combination for all locks," Eddy said
under his breath, "even though the corps that sell them the locks say they
shouldn’t."