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.


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[baniichan]

((From here.))

Another empty hallway.  Barnaby swept his light toward the ceiling for a moment on the off chance that there were some cameras he might have missed earlier in the day.  

Nothing.

His eyebrows furrowed as his mouth tightened into a small frown.  Just what on earth was going on here?  Why hadn't he heard a little more about this before dinner?  Did people just take it that much for granted, or had they assumed he wouldn't believe them since he was so new?

Well, if it was the latter, Barnaby guessed he couldn't blame them.  In all likelihood, he wouldn't have believed them, so maybe they'd been the smart ones to save their breath.

The situation was still more than a little surreal, though, especially with how quiet this area was.  Barnaby knew he couldn't stay in one place for too long.  Casting a cautious glance around him, he stealthily moved onto the next hall.

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