fire door

They went through the fire door again and back down the hall.

At the end of it there was a fire door.

A fire door that could only be opened from the inside.

Someone finally figured out how to open the fire door.

A fire door opened on the side of the hotel.

The little man turned the handle and opened the fire door.

They were coming through the edges of the fire door.

By the way, your remark about the fire door might lead to something.

He opened the fire door to the third floor, and I followed him down the hall to number 311.

On the ground floor he turned away from the lobby and used the fire door again.

At the end of that corridor, they came to another fire door.

A restaurant on the ground floor leaves a fire door open at all times.

I went back to the fire door, a couple of steps behind the two cops.

She led the way down to the third floor and put her ear to the heavy fire door.

I took another step up and beamed the fire door.

Most fire doors are designed to be kept closed at all times.

She was suddenly beyond the heavy fire door without opening it.

I sat down again as the fire door closed with a whisper.

They were yelling for them to go out the back fire doors.

The man pulled the fire door open, slipped through, and moved quickly down the hall.

The majority were men, although I did hear of one woman who beat up a steel fire door.

And then the Executioner was gone, through the fire door.

"The fire door has not, to my knowledge, been locked at any time."

Some obscure sense told her that a few were getting out the fire doors, but let them.

He opened the fire door a crack, and listened again.