Atlas and Dean stood in the middle of the space near where the table was placed.
"I guess that's the exit." Dean glanced at the other path beyond the space they were standing in. He couldn't see ahead, so he narrowed his eyes, but still saw nothing.
Atlas, on the other hand, stood in front of the vault and studied it. It looked like a locker—but wider. However, it was slim for a vault. Even the small office vaults had more width than this.
"It's a door," he said, making Dean look at him.
"Isn't that obvious?" Dean returned sarcastically. "Only a kid wouldn't know this isn't a door."
Atlas ignored him as he walked closer to the combination lock.
"Three…" he whispered, twisting the lock to the number three, then did the same for the next numbers. "… seven…"
He paused as he moved to the number six. "Six."