Nightshift 64: M21-M30 Hallway

[toxicspiderman]

Showtime. Two parties, one full of alcohol running the gamut from horse-piss to cleaning fluid, plus at least one woman, and one with a walking skeleton, sensory deprivation, and possible death. Together they were the beginnings of a beautiful music video. Unfortunately, Sangamon could only make one of them.

Harvey and Scott would appreciate the sacrifice. He grabbed two six-packs of shitty homemade beer by their polyethylene nooses, and headed out.

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M30

[ham_fisted]

Gumshoe slammed his notebook shut when the intercom came on, putting it in his right pocket and stuffing the empty pillowcase in his left as he listened to Dr. Landel's rant. Rather than stand there and huff at everything the man said, the detective stomped over to his closet and took out a scalpel. Just in case the medicine he was looking for turned out to be in one of those sealed boxes.

"What--? An error! But that can't--"

Gumshoe turned back to the intercom, his eyes widening. What was--

"THERE IS A WAY TO CURE YOU."

"...!"

He gaped for a few seconds after the broadcast had ended, then rushed out of the room. He doubted that had been a fake tip!

[ham_fisted]

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