I pounded my head against the wall and seethed to myself. I was so busy worrying about 68 that I had forgotten every single rule of safety for an agent. Luckily I wasn't completely unprepared.
I flipped out my phone and was halfway finished dialing the Commander's number when I realized I had no signal. That made my situation more difficult, but not completely hopeless.
I pulled off my jacket and used my fingernail clipper to rip open the seam of the pocket. I pulled out a small lock-picking kit, pulled out the screwdriver, and set to work at the back of the bookcase, stabbing it over and over again in the same spot until it started to make a dent. If I kept this up for the next couple of hours, I would break the bookcase.