Night 69: F1-F10 Hallway

[madeinthehrl]

There was little point in waiting. As soon as Soma heard the doors unlock, she was up and out of her seat.

Flashlight, knife, gun, ring. She straightened her uniform, glanced over her side of the room one last time to make sure she hadn't missed anything, and was off.

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[ninelivesonce]

Taura geared up, quickly and efficiently and thoroughly. She slipped on the clothing left behind by the military takeover -- it wasn't her uniform, but it was sturdier, and a little bit comforting. She'd outlasted one regime; she could do another. Her earrings went through her ears with a bit more resistance; she hadn't had a chance to wear them in a few nights.

Then for the weapons. If there were only going to be two of them up against a horde of monsters, she was taking a small army down with her. The healing stone and stunner -- and her rarely-used flashlight -- went in the ludicrously cheery little purse her alter ego had left her; the rest she carried. The stunner would be faster to grab in her cleavage, but Rita had made a face at that last time; she'd have a chance to move it before things got hot. Then she strapped on the claw on her right hand and took the throwing star in her left; she was ambidextrous, but the claw wasn't.

That would have to be enough.

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