Nightshift 62: Main Hallway, 1-West

[ninelivesonce]

[from here]

Taura took up station midway between the two halls leading back into the dormitories. Alone with her thoughts; the hall was quiet. Too quiet. Dead quiet, a little voice hissed in the back of her mind.

This was no time to be getting superstitious. It was unavoidable, really, in a profession with so much risk involved in daily operations, that those who survived found things to credit. Beyond their own skill, because they'd all seen better men/women/herms when their luck ran out, and skill only improved your odds.

Her luck was holding, tonight. Was Rita and Goku's?

[Rita and Goku]

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[ninelivesonce]

"Our cue to move out?" Taura added a deliberate smile to make it clear she wasn't intending that as a criticism on how long she'd been waiting. Or, not much of one. "I don't know why I.R.I.S. is running again, but if the Head Doctor's not in charge, we shouldn't waste time here."

She held out her hand, palm up, for Goku and Rita to take. The recitation of numbers continued like a chant -- Taura's memory was good, but not good enough to keep more than a half-dozen in mind, so she deliberately stopped trying.

[monkeyboy]

As the intercom howled with static and numbers, Goku's first reaction was to jump away from Rita and Taura. He went for his weapon before he realized it was another one of those ghosts that you just heard, but never saw. There was nothing to fight and soon the strange voice disappeared as if it had never existed in the first place.

Neither of his friends seemed all that distressed, so he slowly moved back toward them, keeping an eye out for that voice just in case. When Taura held out her hand to him, the young boy smacked it with a giggle. Then he realized it wasn't going anywhere; there was something else she wanted.

"Oh..." When it finally dawned on him, he grabbed it and held on. Her large hand engulfed his easily.

[overlimit]

While Rita wished she could investigate the strange occurrence thoroughly, she had to admit that Taura's suggestion was a lot more practical. She let out a sigh, not entirely satisfied with the circumstances, but then she reached over and allowed her hand to join the others'.

"Fine. Let's get moving." She curled her free hand into a fist, then smashed it against the wall.

[Sorry, can someone else move them?]

[monkeyboy]

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