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]

Comments

[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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