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Nightshift 27: M1-M40 block hallway
[From here]
Recluse turned the corner into the cell block hallway, still internally ranting about Landel. He was used to being the one in control of people like that infuriating doctor. There was a whole recruitment program for 'Mad Scientists' in Arachnos.
The vast majority of them ended up being killed by their on projects. Often in quite amusing, bloody, agonizing ways. That one little thought made everything seem just a little bit better.
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Recluse turned the corner into the cell block hallway, still internally ranting about Landel. He was used to being the one in control of people like that infuriating doctor. There was a whole recruitment program for 'Mad Scientists' in Arachnos.
The vast majority of them ended up being killed by their on projects. Often in quite amusing, bloody, agonizing ways. That one little thought made everything seem just a little bit better.
[to here]
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"I'm sure they had their own reasons for not bringing him back; all I know is that he was gone one day and there was someone else in my room the next. I haven't seen him recently, either." A brief smirk. "I suppose I'm just bad luck to be around.
"At any rate, these halls are dangerous at night - that much is undeniable." Javert looked questioningly at Harry. "Have you found a weapon yet?"
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Honestly, Harry didn't think a flashlight would be much use against a dementor or some of the other monsters that he had been told about that day.
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Leaning down, he rummaged through his pillowcase and came up with the box-cutter he'd obtained last night, offering it to Harry. "Neither is this, but I daresay it would work better than breaking your flashlight. Assuming, of course, that the creature you encounter can be hurt. Some of the ones I've read about have weak spots penetrable only by something sharp."
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"Good evening, Inspector," Trevelyan said, and nodded to the teenager. He hadn't met the boy before, but then again, he hadn't met a large portion of the population here.
His own flashlight was beginning to die - this was what, his fourth night here? The batteries were in the improvised sack slung over his shoulder, as were the rest of the essentials: burn cream and morphine tablets. The steak knife, his only real weapon, was clutched in the same hand as his flashlight.
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"I think we've both found the people we were supposed to meet up with," Harry told Javert. "Thank you again for the box cutter. Good luck tonight." Then with a polite nod of the head he walked over to the woman.
[skipping down a few threads to meet Hawkeye]
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"You're late," was all he said as he retrieved his pillowcase and bat from the floor.
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