Night 59: East Wing, Hall A

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"Should be one of these doors here..." She kept her words soft so as not to attract any unwanted attention, but it was ultimately a moot decision. It wouldn't take long to dispose of any refuse that lingered in this hallway and the loud slamming noises of Tifa's foot against the first helpless door weren't exactly quiet.

Her hard kicks were precisely place around the deadbolt in the door. After three, four, Tifa began to believe this was a hopeless cause. There was no damage or dents in the reinforced door at all. Narrowing her eyes at the glowing force field around her, the young woman turned her head to Zack.

"This might not be the right door," she confessed. "Let's keep looking. It can't be the only one..."

Even with depleted powers, Tifa had been able to break open the door to the cleaning closet. It was simply a matter of finding the right one.

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will move 'em

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"It is sad." Her agreement was distant from concentration that wrinkled her brow and left her scowling at her new target. They were 0 for 2 and Tifa couldn't allow them their last strike. Of course, the institute wasn't going to make her resolution easy. All of their banging had dislodged creatures from parts unknown. The door directly right of her first attempt was slowly being covered by those sentient sacks of blood. Thankfully, they didn't spew fire when they were squashed.

Her good hand batted two off and away from the handle and dutifully squashed them under her sneaker. They made a soft splurting sound that soured her stomach. For as much blood-letting as she had conspired in, the sounds it made were still horrible.

"Third time's the charm, Zack!" With that optimistic cry, Tifa slammed her foot against the door and, miraculously, it opened like a door was supposed to when she hit it. The illumination from the force field made her job easy; it looked just like a janitor's closet to her.

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