Tears aluminum

She darted between camera rotations and found a blind spot by the van’s windowless rear doors. Locked. She stiffened her fingers into a knife-hand punch and drove it through the smooth metal. Though her nails appeared mundane, they parted the aluminum hide like oily liquid. She wrapped her fist around the locking mechanism and tore it out with a firm twist. It banged against the asphalt and she cracked the door open.

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