The door gives way even easier than the wall had, caving under Deadlock's insistence. The apartment is no different than Deadlock's own, save that it's mirrored, the living room is empty...for the most part. The source of the sounds, the damage, can be seen right away though.
Wing lies in the bedroom beyond, in jet mode, belly up atop the remains of his bed, one wing punched through the wall (or what remains of it) into the living room while the other gouges a rut in the far wall near the ceiling.
The sound of the door crashing open startles and sends another shiver of fear through him, and another attempt to shake himself free. Engines spin up and maneuvering thrusters fire, and though his tail takes out the window--shattered glass scattering everywhere--and part of the outside wall, the building giving another shudder, he doesn't make much ground in his panicked escape attempt.
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Wing lies in the bedroom beyond, in jet mode, belly up atop the remains of his bed, one wing punched through the wall (or what remains of it) into the living room while the other gouges a rut in the far wall near the ceiling.
The sound of the door crashing open startles and sends another shiver of fear through him, and another attempt to shake himself free. Engines spin up and maneuvering thrusters fire, and though his tail takes out the window--shattered glass scattering everywhere--and part of the outside wall, the building giving another shudder, he doesn't make much ground in his panicked escape attempt.