Night 74: West Wing, South Hall 1-A

[redcladidealist]

[From here.]

What's Landel planning? He made it sound like he knew something about what they were up to. If he did, he had to be preparing something to keep them from escaping. He just didn't strike Lloyd as the kind of man who would let his victims go without a fight.

Well, if it's a fight he wants, it's a fight he'll get. Lloyd's expression hardened, and he tightened his grip on his hilt. If he had anything to say about it, he'd make sure Landel knew he'd bitten off way more than he could chew.

First, though, he needed to meet up with Castiel and Kratos. He tried not to acknowledge the worry that twisted in his stomach as he left this hall and entered the next. Kratos...

[To here.]

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[freewill]

[From here.]

While Castiel hadn't done much interacting in general during the day, he'd still noticed that Kratos was missing. The man wasn't exactly discreet, seeing how he had an unnatural hair color and was fairly tall. Castiel should have noticed him during at least one of the shifts.

Considering what he'd gone through last night, and how terrible Castiel had felt this morning after only being oxygen-deprived for a short while, there was a chance that Kratos had been knocked off of his feet for the entire day.

Did that mean he might not show himself tonight?

At this point, there was only one way to find out. He turned the corner.

[To here.]