[from here]

Taura took the stairs three at a time until she reached the top, whereupon she sat down and switched off her flashlight. When von Karma neared the top, she finally spoke up.

"Stop here, and turn off your light." It was not a suggestion; her voice was barely above a whisper, but her tone was firm. "They'll draw too much attention. We'll wait here until our eyes adjust." And until you have rested. Her eyes shouldn't have needed the time at all; one more thing this place had changed. She waved a hand in front of her face; it wasn't visible. But the starlight that had filtered through the Sun Room windows, down the hall, and around the edges of the door at the top of the stairs had solidified into a line, and she could count her fingers as they chopped it into tiny segments.

When von Karma's breathing had evened out, they would move. No sooner, and no later, though she had no intention of letting him know that was the only thing holding them back.

[from here]

Stepping into the larger room, Teresa's flashlight revealed many more items along a similar vein as the ones in the previous room. The scent here was even stronger, far more than in the laundry room, and it bothered her. She never would claim to have 'delicate' senses, but the foreign chemicals were making her long for the crisp northern air in the land she was from.

Further investigation showed these items were not what she had thought would be here; they must be in the other storage room. Still, she would see if any of it was usable. Pipe still in hand, she moved to the various ladders and looked them over. Those had potential, but the metal did not look like it had been crafted to handle the force the metal for her claymore would require.

And then her eyes fell on a metal contraption with wheels on it. The design made it look as if it was specifically for weight bearing. Tucking the pipe under her arm, Teresa grasped the wheeled item that rose to a little over her waist and picked it up. Heavy. Solid. This could work.

[from here]

The place looked just like he remembered--all smashed up, and not entirely by the weather. "Don't stop watching your step," he said to Dent, shooting a meaningful glance down at the road beneath their feet. The cracks made a surface only marginally more even than the floor of the woods, and there were still patches of broken glass scattered around where the windows used to be.

The first several structures--what he'd pegged last time as houses--on either side of the road were mostly demolished, and he moved past them in the direction of the main crossroads. "Store--schoolhouse--church," he noted like a tour guide for Dent's benefit, pointing at each building as he listed it. "The church is as far as I've gotten, but it doesn't look like there's much else left standing. Anywhere in particular you want to start?" Personally, it didn't make much difference to Indy. He'd have to give them all a thorough look at some point (a second one, in the case of the church), and it was fine with him if the guy whose main interest here was curiosity determined the order.

[From here]

As von Karma set foot inside this room, he clicked his flashlight back on and waved it around to see whether any dangers were present. So far, all he could see were two long shelves on either side of him, containing small, flimsy boxes in apparent alphabetical order.

He scowled as he looked at the numerous boxes. Would the items in his even be worth all the trouble he and Ms. Taura had gone through just to get here? Would his box contain something that he could use against Martin Landel... or would it merely be full of worthless items designated for a fictitious college professor? It was certainly too much to hope that "Dr. Fuchs" had carried a stun gun.

There was only one way to find out what was in his, however. As the prosecutor commenced scanning the shelves for the letter "F," he said, "Ms. Taura, look for a box that is labeled 'Fuchs, Karl.'" He saw no need, however, to ask his companion to help him look for another box he sought, belonging to a "von Richter, Wilhelmina."

[OOC: Edited (the final time, hopefully!) to make the room's description more accurate, thanks to Court's response to my lounge post. <3 ]