Night 55: Greenhouse Yard

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[from here]

Sai stepped cautiously out into the yard. Now that they were outside, it was impossible to tell what they'd run into. Even with flashlights, they wouldn't be able to see far. Then there was the matter of the greenhouse and the fact that they'd be clearly visible to anything that might be waiting inside it.

They needed to keep moving, but they needed to exercise extreme caution.

The moment he stepped out, he moved immediately to his left and hung close to the wall, expecting Brook to do the same. The fewer directions an enemy could come at them from, the better. From this point, they just had to hop the wall into the courtyard and run for the kitchen. With any luck, there wouldn't be anything waiting for them in that small space between the wall and the door. Or it could be that something was already waiting for them right on the other side.

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"Ah no, I meant the leading part..." Brook rephrased, but wondered if he was heard as Sai decided to pick up the pace.

He hoped that he hadn't somehow offended the young man with his question and so decided that Sai must have been going faster to make better time. There was always the need to spend time carefully when a destination was known, especially when they'd chosen a round-about route, and that was just what Sai did. They were soon through the building without mishap and out in the open. Brook was about ready to pause and breathe in the night air properly, but Sai's motions reminded him of the potential dangers, and he was against the wall just as he would have been on the Institute's other side.

Not knowing what places were dangerous again should not have left him so careless.

[scarefaux]

[From here.]

The difference between the air inside and that in the yard surrounding the greenhouse was enough to surprise the Scarecrow as he crossed through the doorway. The snow had continued falling throughout the day, the once-thin layer now blanketing the grounds. Save for a few footsteps marring the ground near the door, the snow was undisturbed, covering everything in the area with a pristine layer of white.

The Scarecrow was so stunned by the sight (so much snow! Who knew that much could gather in one place?) that he momentarily forgot the immense amount of pain coursing from his arm. He trembled- or was it a shiver from the air? That foot-on-the-floor feeling was all around him, nipping most at the open wound, reminding him that it was indeed still there.

He looked to Carter, that feeling of helplessness making him more and more uncomfortable. "Well, we're out here," he said in a pained voice. "What do we do now?"