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damned_institute2012-08-13 09:17 pm
purgatio) wrote in damned_institute2012-08-13 09:17 pm
Night 65: M51-M60 Hallway
Five. An interesting number to add to an interesting situation, and wasn't it interesting, wasn't it quaint, that it matched another number given? There was no humor for the thought; Albedo had intent and purpose, and there was no time for idle chatter-- Well, perhaps there was, but currently, he had to make sure a certain brother of his stayed inside his room tonight, and for that, he would--
The holster went around his waist, the hunting knives on either side of his hips. The two shotguns possessed, now cleaned and reloaded from dinner, were strapped loosely to his back over the military jacket with the top sheet from his bed. It wouldn't hold under heavy movement, but it allowed them to be grasped and pulled out quickly if necessary. Extra rounds were taken from the cardboard box and pocketed into the jacket. He viewed the rest of his weaponry with a detailed eye, and finally shrugged. This was enough to down a monster dressed in humanity's skin--or the reverse, if they had already turned.
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The holster went around his waist, the hunting knives on either side of his hips. The two shotguns possessed, now cleaned and reloaded from dinner, were strapped loosely to his back over the military jacket with the top sheet from his bed. It wouldn't hold under heavy movement, but it allowed them to be grasped and pulled out quickly if necessary. Extra rounds were taken from the cardboard box and pocketed into the jacket. He viewed the rest of his weaponry with a detailed eye, and finally shrugged. This was enough to down a monster dressed in humanity's skin--or the reverse, if they had already turned.
[to here]
Re: M55
It was then that another clue was announced over the speakers. Sechs jerked his head up with attention at the computerized voice, listening intently like a starved wolf on the hunt. The x-ray room! The clue was there again like what Aigis and Link said! He had to get there NOW!
Nearly tripping over his loose pant leg in his scramble to get changed, Sechs hastily grabbed for his amour pieces and his nightly inventory. Rushing through his evening routine of getting into his battle gear, Sechs brusquely gathered his weapons, radio, and map copies before roughly stuffing them into his pockets. Without any more time to waste, he grabbed his flashlight and stormed through the door into the hallway.
[To here.]