Night 61: Kitchen

[norainu]

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Renji paused to listen again, then moved forward into the kitchen. "Okay," he murmured to Daemon. "It's the middle door in the back. There's a tile in there that's a trap door. Or at least that's how it was before I got my ass killed, so hopefully it hasn't changed."

That said, he moved through the kitchen, heading for the refrigerator. His movements were as silent as he could make them. That sure felt easier wearing his uniform, at least, like he was ready for action.

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[vinesofregret]

There was more than one door off the far side of the kitchen - one of which looked like it had been pried open with even less finesse than the kitchen door. Apparently lockpicking was a dying art, or whoever had come in here had been in a serious rush. They clearly hadn't stayed, though, unless they were waiting behind the middle door to jump out at unsuspecting passers-by. Which, given everything else that happened at night, seemed like a rather odd hobby, but anything was possible.

"Given the size of this kitchen... they might all be pantries," he replied. "Though someone has come through here already."

[stellarregions]

"Possible," he agreed. "Well, we might as well check that out first, hm?"

If someone had gone to the trouble to break in, and it was fairly clear that they had, from the state of things, they might as well look. Of course, it could mean that whatever was of interest was gone now, but unlike with some of the other rooms, he didn't really think there was any harm in checking anyway.

[vinesofregret]

"I suppose so." Hakkai headed to the abused middle door, and opened it carefully. Just in case whoever had come by was still here.

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