Night 58: West Wing, North Hall 1-B

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"I wonder where everyone is at?" Brook paused a moment in his humming to question at the empty hallway.

He knew he'd left his room in a bit more of a rush than was his usual, but still, more patients were about at this time of night. It was strange to see not only so little of a number, but even stranger to have no one else passing him by. He thought back to what announcements had been made only to realize that only one had broadcasted. That short message at the beginning of the night: Code 1-8. The message had been mysterious enough to warrant an equally short comment from Brook to his guard about it, but the lacking response had caused Brook to let the man alone. Now though, he had the feeling that he should have pressed more about the reasoning.

His humming resumed as he took the usual left and tried not to worry even more for what might have been happening this evening. "Code 1-8" didn't sound good. Then again, in this place, nothing did.

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[godforsaken]

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Even if he had no one to meet up or wait for, Sync would rather keep his distance from the patient hallways to avoid any unnecessary confrontations. Granted, since he was planning on visiting one of the new areas an encounter was likely inevitable, but he'd like to think no one would bother caring if they had their own schedule to follow.

With that said he quietly moved through the halls, keeping his flashlight low and his gaze straight.

[vstheworld]

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If Peter wasn't already out, Scott figured the best chance to catch him (or anyone else) would be in the most-travelled hall in the Institute. Not knowing where Peter's room was, it was pretty much his only option. And if the boy didn't turn up after a while... Well, maybe he could go kill a monster somewhere to blow off some steam, he thought, a weight forming in his chest as he swallowed dryly, gripping the hilt of Senna's sword.

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Unfortunately for Chipp, the door he found lead to... yet another hallway. At this point, Chipp was wondering if someone threw him in some kind of weird ass maze or something, but that didn't deter him. There was a way out, he just had to go through enough doors and find it, right?

But where the hell was everyone? Chipp knew he woke up alone, and to be honest, this place kind of looked like some abandoned warehouse or something. It kinda made sense that anyone who wanted to kidnap him would pick an abandoned place to do it, but there had to be goons or something lying around in wait, right? They didn't even bother to lock the door, so at the very least, having some guards around should have made sense.

"Man, these guys really suck," Chipp grumbled to himself as he felt his way down the hallway. Whatever, he was going to find the guy who did this and kick his ass. Or kick her ass, if it was a girl. Someone's ass was going to get kicked!

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[threepwood]

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Not that getting nowhere wasn't a part of his usual methods. And he really didn't consider it "getting nowhere" as much as "taking his time and enjoying all the options at his disposal." When the future was possibly at stake, it helped to pay attention to everything that was said, making sure he didn't miss key points or anything that could be potentially game-changing.

Now, what was that about Code 1-8?

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[doneinthree]

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"On second thought," Kirk was saying as he fell into step beside Wichita, "it's dangerous and you shouldn't be going out there alone. Which I assure you has nothing to do with you being a girl, even an unfairly hot girl, because the last time I went out there alone..." He shrugged, making the beam of his flashlight bob along the floor. "Well, you probably don't want to hear boring stories about me."

Yeah, better that he not tell Wichita about the time he was brainwashed and stupidly wandered into the clutches of a patchwork snake-bird-woman monster. He couldn't see anything heroic about getting your shirt slashed to ribbons and yelling hysterically at your rescuers while bleeding out on the floor.

Which wasn't to say Kirk wasn't shameless enough to grin and try to bait an unfairly hot girl into showing interest in him. Although the gambit might've worked better if his radio had decided then to crackle to life, but not with music this time, or even silence at first. Kirk let his flashlight dangle from his wrist (a good move, to get that strap for it in Doyleton) in order to bring his radio up closer to his ear.

"Keep an eye out," he told Wichita. "We don't want to get attacked while it's—" He cut himself off as Marc's exhausted voice came through. As the radio man lay out the events of last night, the smiling, flirtatious young captain vanished from Kirk's face, becoming someone older and more serious. A rebel, killed by one of the prisoners here? He remembered Aguilar's speech at the beginning of last night, giving them the choice to "kill to eat" in order to gain something from their captors. He'd thought at the time that the only task the general had laid out was to guinea pig themselves with the drugs in the Med Wing.

It sounded as though other patients received a different task. Murder. Kirk looked over at Wichita, wondering if... No. But then, did it matter if it was her? His hands weren't free of blood either, but what he'd done, he'd done to protect the Federation. He didn't regret it, not one bit. And he couldn't judge this person's reasons for doing what they did, not from hearsay.

"'This shell of a town,'" Kirk murmured after the transmission ended. Somewhere near here... not Doyleton, but an abandoned settlement... He remembered going out into the woods with Spock and Bones, following a trail of old campsites along the river. "The shed, right?" he said abruptly, to Wichita. "Come on, it's right through that door."

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The pair slid to the outside hall, and Albedo glanced to his sibling, shadows flickering over the remaining concern. "Though you were saying...?"

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The halls near their rooms were narrow, but even with the large coat trailing behind him, it didn't take long for them to reach one of the larger hallways. From here it was almost a straight shot all the way to the entrance.

He would follow Chise regardless, but one thing kept tugging at him. She'd given him plenty of logical reasons for wanting to find the doctor and Marc; the military didn't sit well with her for one, but she'd hardly seemed bothered about whether or not Fai had a reason for coming with her. He had several excuses and reasons in mind, of course, but it did make him feel a bit guilty, to think that she trusted him so much. Whether or not the trust was misplaced.

"That way and then through the front doors?" he asked, "or should we try going over the fence this way?" he asked, pointing down both halls.

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Ilia bit her lip when Rose mentioned the promise she had made Lily. Empty promises could sometimes hurt worse than physical pain. But it showed that Rose either had faith in herself to look after her friend, or she was much more tender-hearted than Ilia had be led previously to believe.

Why the hell had someone thought to bring this precious girl here? Rose believed in magical powers and honestly cared for their friends; a place like Landel's could only break a person like that down. The anger burned even hotter within her, and Ilia sped up her pace.

"Let's find her quickly then. We'll turn that falsehood into a truth."