Nightshift 62: Main Hallway, 1-West

[ninelivesonce]

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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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[stylebythemile]

Well, at least no one in their group seemed to be infected.

"It depends on what's down there," Sonia answered, putting her hands on her hips. "The only thing I know about it is where the entrance is." If Scarecrow's map had been reliable. She was about to ask Kratos what it had been like the first two times he'd gone there, but Soma beat her to it.

'Closed-mouthed'. So either there was nothing down there, or nobody wanted to mention it on the board. Why the secrecy? Were people afraid? They were all in this together, weren't they? Unless there really was nothing down there.

She glanced from Soma to Kratos, wanting to hear what he had to say.

[forsworn]

"Uncharacteristic," was about the only thing Kratos had to say. It was difficult to sum up the general feeling of a gigantic ballroom hidden beneath a mental institute coupled with barbarous-looking tapestries hanging in hallways. "I think it would be better to simply see it for yourselves."

With that, he turned to go. "We should get moving." They had already spent enough time talking, in his opinion.

[forsworn]

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