NIGHT 74: JANITOR'S CLOSET (THIRD FLOOR)

[freewill]

[From here.]

Castiel hadn't known for certain where they would end up. Logically, the last place they'd been had seemed like the right choice, but he refused to assume that. That was the best case scenario, after all.

But here they were, crammed into this tiny space once again, where he had originally found these cards that they had officially proved to be keys.

It was a far better outcome than he would have expected.

Castiel pocketed his key and turned to make sure the others were in one piece. There was only one door to go through, so it wasn't much of a question where they'd be headed next.

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[redcladidealist]

It took Lloyd a moment to adjust to the disorientation that the warp pads always brought, then another moment of scanning the room for recognition to sink in, and with it realization. Abruptly his shoulders sagged in relief. "Oh man, that's a relief. I didn't want to go through either of those traps again." He'd mentally steeled himself for the possibility of being electrocuted again and was more than happy to forgo it, but despite the fact that he'd escaped from the vacuum chamber relatively unscathed, he hadn't been so successful at resigning himself to facing it again. The thought of being suffocated terrified him. It wasn't something he could fight, wasn't like pain where he could just push past it. At least the metal door was just a slim thing, with freedom on either side. The vacuum room had been a trap. If the warp pad hadn't worked when it did, they all could have died.

No, he was just as glad not to go through that again. It was hard to tell, but he thought he saw a flicker of relief in Kratos's eyes, too. If so, it was gone in a moment, melting into his usual stern expression.

"Those may not be the only traps we'll face," he warned. "Be on your guard. Landel is likely to have more security the closer we get to places he doesn't want us to be." He followed Castiel, stepping out into the hall.

[To here.]