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Night 72: West Wing, South Hall 1-A
[From here.]
Still nothing. Still silence. If Castiel had been less vigilant, the hallways would have started to blur together. But he had a mental map that he could follow with little trouble, at least of the areas he'd been to often, and so he never faltered during his nighttime travels.
The third floor, however, was one big blank in his head, thanks to those teleporters.
It might be a setback, but it wasn't a deterrent. He was almost to the meeting spot they'd discussed, and so Castiel continued down the hall, taking a right once he reached the fork.
[To here.]
Still nothing. Still silence. If Castiel had been less vigilant, the hallways would have started to blur together. But he had a mental map that he could follow with little trouble, at least of the areas he'd been to often, and so he never faltered during his nighttime travels.
The third floor, however, was one big blank in his head, thanks to those teleporters.
It might be a setback, but it wasn't a deterrent. He was almost to the meeting spot they'd discussed, and so Castiel continued down the hall, taking a right once he reached the fork.
[To here.]
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Link had taken this route many times at this point, though he hardly let that drop his guard. That would get them both killed, he was certain.
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[to here]