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damned_institute2012-03-20 07:23 pm
kings_thief) wrote in damned_institute2012-03-20 07:23 pm
Night 62: M01-M10 Hallway
Even after dinner and mostly resting on his bed for the final shift of the day, Locke wasn't feeling any better. His face was still warm and, if he made any quick movements, the room would spin; his hope that this was just fatigue was quickly fading away and the announcements Landel made did nothing to ease him.
Not that the creep's announcements were ever anything to feel happy about.
The treasure hunter slipped on the boots from the military outfit, the only thing he was willing to put on from that thing, and headed out as soon as the doors clicked open. He didn't really know what Tolten had planned but he figured preparing as usual was his best option.
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Not that the creep's announcements were ever anything to feel happy about.
The treasure hunter slipped on the boots from the military outfit, the only thing he was willing to put on from that thing, and headed out as soon as the doors clicked open. He didn't really know what Tolten had planned but he figured preparing as usual was his best option.
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In the morning, he'd check in with Alle and... They'd figure this out. He took two bullets from his spare clip and rolled them into the drawer, checked his gun over one last time, and ducked out of the room.
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