Night 61: West Wing, South Hall 1-A

[madeinthehrl]

[from here]

Still nothing out of the ordinary here. Soma kept jogging, keeping her eyes peeled for any movement in the shadows ahead.


[to here]

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[freewill]

[From here.]

There was no one else in this area as far as he could tell. Castiel didn't mind that. While it meant that he could get picked off easily if something found him, it also meant that not as many people would observe him in this weakened state. He had a hard enough time proving himself here as was; he didn't need to make that worse.

He found that his breathing was labored, and each step took a startling amount of effort. Nonetheless, he kept his grip on his blade tight and slowly but steadily moved down the hallway. He kept telling himself that he was almost there, that he would find Aigis before long and then at least he would have the pain under control.

As he reached the end of the hall, Castiel took a right.

[To here.]