Night 73: Main Hallway, 1-Center

[freewill]

[From here.]

It wasn't unusual for Castiel to make it to the meeting destination first, and so he didn't think much of it. Deciding to make the best of his time spent waiting, he moved toward the opening into the Sun Room and peered inside, even using his flashlight to illuminate at least part of the area.

But there was nothing out of the ordinary, which didn't answer much of anything, seeing how it always appeared that way whether there was a guard waiting in the wings or not.

Tempting as it was to step inside and scope out the situation, that could put them in the exact same position as they'd ended up in last night. And so Castiel shifted away from the open doors and leaned himself against the wall, casting a glance back down the hall. They shouldn't be much longer...

[For Kratos and Lloyd.]

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[fourstonewalls]

[from here]

There was only one person in the hall now -- a tall woman, flanking the doors to the Sun Room, clearly waiting for someone else. She woman gave them an encouraging go-on gesture -- either it was safe, or she was waiting for someone else to trip the trap before going through herself. Either way, someone would get past, though someone bristling with weaponry and prowling the hall like a cat would have been Lana's first choice, rather than the two of them, but they were both here.

She did switch on her radio, to the open channel, so that if they were ambushed, she could get a warning out quickly. Then she turned to Ryuuzaki, and started a silent countdown with her fingers. Three...two...one...go.

[ryuuzaki]

A glance at the papers Lana handed him showed L that very little of it was anything new: a copy of the makeshift map that had been posted on the bulletin board, a note almost identical to the one he had received (including the change in objectives between the first and second set of instructions), and so on. The only thing that stood out was the note from the third patient's belongings, which told him a little more about what the rebel group was planning.

He let the papers fold back in on themselves and stuffed them in his pocket, then switched off his flashlight and followed her towards the Sun Room. With her eagerness to move, it would be her problem if he wound up bleeding all over the notes later--there was no time to place them in the backpack, where they would be more protected.

They reached the door, where the tall woman had settled in after passing through the other corridor, and he drew his gun from the holster. Pistol in the right hand, dark flashlight in the left, Lana counting on her fingers.

Getting through the Sun Room easily would be a minor miracle. He felt the heightened tension in his body--the tautness caused by anxious adrenaline--along with a small extra twist of loathing for Landel. He really did hate being forced to work this way.

[To here.]