The door lock clicked the moment she'd ducked inside the supply closet. Wanda was desperately jiggling at the handle, wondering how she would get out of this. Of course it shouldn't have surprised her, when she'd crept away from the group and into off-limits areas, that the building would lock down an intruder. If she blasted her way out, it would draw even more attention and it only occurred to her now that someone, somewhere, was probably being alerted to her unauthorized presence where it didn't belong. So much for stalking and sabotage, she would probably be arrested for this. Or worse.