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damned_institute2012-12-31 02:58 pm
toxicspiderman) wrote in damned_institute2012-12-31 02:58 pm
Night 67: M21-M30 Hallway
S.T. stood in the dark of the room, staring at the point where the intercom speaker had been when it had last been visible. It hadn't moved, at least not based on the sounds coming from it, but he wasn't willing to put more than a twenty on it. Two hints in the speech. More of the usual doublespeak. S.T. didn't care much about either, which might be playing right into the fucker's hands, but he was capable of heartwarming personal moments. That and the number of friends he had in body bags was moving from hard-luck story to Ted Bundy wanna-be.
"If you're coming with me, giddy-up, amigo." His flashlight was just where he'd left it, taped to the top of the toolkit, and he switched it on. The door was where they'd left it, too. "
"If you're coming with me, giddy-up, amigo." His flashlight was just where he'd left it, taped to the top of the toolkit, and he switched it on. The door was where they'd left it, too. "