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Night 65: Entry Room
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"Be on your guard, now," Lee whispered as he led them through the doorway. He scanned the room quickly with his flashlight, trying to gain his bearings in case they were caught off-guard by some hidden enemy.
It seemed like a typical entry room. There were desks set in relative symmetry, and otherwise the room seemed harmless. Mostly, anyway.
Slowly, Lee crept across the carpet, silent in ways he typically was not. There were three other doorways out of this room, but only the large double-doors across from them seemed like a promising exit.
"Be on your guard, now," Lee whispered as he led them through the doorway. He scanned the room quickly with his flashlight, trying to gain his bearings in case they were caught off-guard by some hidden enemy.
It seemed like a typical entry room. There were desks set in relative symmetry, and otherwise the room seemed harmless. Mostly, anyway.
Slowly, Lee crept across the carpet, silent in ways he typically was not. There were three other doorways out of this room, but only the large double-doors across from them seemed like a promising exit.
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Flora shook Lloyd's hand, eyes widening. "You have, really? That's very surprising!" She didn't doubt him at all, and he didn't sound like he was lying, but it just made things all the more muddled. There shouldn't have been any monsters left on Earth to fight, she and her friends took care of them all. Maybe he wasn't from Earth? It was certainly possible--after all, she wasn't, not originally--but that voice on the intercom specifically mentioned humans. They weren't capable of off-world travel yet, either, and lived on the one planet, so, how did that work? She must have been missing something. The important thing, though, was that Lloyd had experince with this sort of thing. "That's pretty incredible Lloyd, and should come in handy, even if I hope that it doesn't." She smiled brightly.
Her mood took a bit of a plummet though when he looked a way. Flora felt awful for having brought it up. It wasn't an easy decision to make, and Lloyd was obviously trying to move past it and look at the bigger picture despite the fact. She would do the same. "No, you're right. I'm sorry." She shook her head, her tone gentle but firm. "We'll just have to do our best." If she didn't believe in what she was doing, she wouldn't get very far at all. With all this help they'd all hopefully be getting, she felt a bit better, though. Of course, they still had to get it, first. Flora was sure that she didn't know the half of it, but this place sounded incredibly formidable and would be best tackled by a lot of people.
"Oh!" Flora raised a hand to her mouth, taken aback. She was about to correct Lee on her name, but then he added "-san" after Lloyd's name, too. It sounded like it was deliberate. She'd never heard it before, and wanted to know what it meant. She smiled back at him, his own had been pretty infectious. How interesting! She would have to ask him about it later, though. It wasn't that important, right now.
She followed Lee through the hall, nodding slightly to herself as she looked around, even though he wouldn't see it. It'd be hard not to keep her guard up in this place. There! Double doors. That looked like it could have been the exit.
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"Presuming this is actually from Harrington at all. And that he's actually attempting to help." They'd been betrayed before, and even Marc and Landel had had a surprisingly easy time forging a truce.
What she was about to say was ridiculous. Completely and utterly. But the extent to which a certain A. C. Doyle quote was trite was also the extent to which it was true. This place put the impossible back into play, but there were rules to it; they just didn't have any option for figuring them out other than taking chances and being smacked down for it. "It's also possible this isn't being done just to irritate us." Irritate might be putting it mildly, but pretending helped keep the fear at bay. "Supposedly, they need us."
Which led inexorably to the fact that they wouldn't kill them off -- or force them into doing it to themselves -- without reason. It was, at least, a nice thought.