Night 67: West Wing, South Hall 1-A

[asteroidbelt]

[from here]

Shuffling along the wall would make too much noise, so Ryusei walked normally along this hall. He was worried, but with the exits at the two ends, he'd see someone coming long before they saw him. He could always duck past, but— He'd deal with that if it came up. For now, he had to think about where he would go from here. Routine said the cafeteria, but logic dictated otherwise; there was no point to going there. How about the front door? That— That was an option, wasn't it?

... It...wasn't a good one.

... He'd made it without mishap. Next.

[to here]

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[impudentsongbird]

For a heart-stopping moment Gabriel thought Murphy was going to fall, and the Archangel automatically half-turned to try and prevent that eventuality. Then the man caught himself, moving more smoothly now--not dazed. At least, not as dazed.

Something about the look of stark terror on his face made Gabriel's stomach lurch unpleasantly, but he didn't dare stop. His little trick had worked--the man with which he'd fought wasn't following, didn't follow, as Gabriel pulled Murphy around the corner and into the next corridor.

[to here.]