Nightshift 28: F1-F10 Hallway

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Rangiku ran quickly to her room and grabbed the things that she'd need, wanting to get going again as soon as possible. With what had happened tonight, every moment felt wasted when she wasn't actively doing anything. She grabbed a couple of pens and put them in her pocket before using the steak knife to tear up one of the pillow cases, making a make-shift wrapping for her katana which would allow her to carry it more easily. Then shewrapped the cutlery that she'd filched into the remains of it before stuffing it beneath the mattress and extracting the sword.

She took a breath and then set out back the way that she'd come.

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The hallways leading to the women's block were full of shifting people, but this particular hallway in the block was nearly devoid of people. Crawford pressed his fingers against the wall that formed the corner of the patient's rooms and looked down the silent, empty corridor before turning to Schuldig.

"Which room is it?" he asked. He'd never bothered to gather any room numbers but his own, Schuldig's, and Farfarello's; there was no need to do otherwise.

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"F2," Schuldig replied, already moving for the door. "And, unless there's one of those bastards I can't read in there..." He opened the door, glanced around, and grinned. "It's empty." He gestured for Crawford to follow him and moved into the room, moving straight for the place Elena had hidden the gun - her mind was out of reach to him, for what reason he didn't bother speculating, but he'd picked up on where she'd secreted it long before this. "Find her flashlight," he instructed Crawford as he pulled the gun out, checked its rounds - all of one. Fuck. Well, they'd have to save it for an absolutely critical moment until they found more...

He paused, then, straightening a bit and tilting his head slightly, listening to something Crawford couldn't hear. Then he grinned. "Berserker's having fun," he remarked. "Killing someone, I think. No one important."

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"Oh is he, now," Crawford said idly, reaching under the pillow of the untouched bed to find the flashlight still in prime condition. He clicked it on, once, then off again and tapped it against his palm. As long as Farfarello was enjoying himself with someone who wasn't of critical use to them, he couldn't have cared less what the Berserker was doing. Then again, hadn't he left with a young man? Presumably that wouldn't be who he was killing.

Crawford turned back to Schuldig to see the gun and frowned a bit as he, too, noticed the distinct lack of ammo. Damn, and here he was hoping to have finally found a weapon worth keeping around. Still, even if it was temporarily useless, it was still handy in a pinch. One bullet, after all, could still do severe damage when well-placed. And when they obtained more rounds ...

"Any idea if the other rooms have something useful in them?" he asked. Oh, sure, they could go by trial-and-error, but that was both time-consuming and dangerous. If someone was still in their room, they'd be caught, and monsters were bound to show up sooner or later.

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"Not many of them have anything we could get to easily," Schuldig replied with a faintly regretful shrug. "Those with something useful in their rooms have either already fetched everything they had worth stealing to carry with them, or they're already in their rooms and it'd be too much trouble to try to steal anything. Maybe if we had Farfarello with us, or more bullets..." He shook his head. "Either way, we should probably get moving. Elena might not be around to catch us, but she's got a roommate somewhere."

Schuldig flipped the gun around in his hand, offering it grip-first to Crawford. Those who didn't understand the relationship between Schuldig and Crawford, who knew them only as separate entities, would have been startled to see a naturally self-centered man like Schuldig simply handing over a weapon. Farfarello or Nagi would have understood - and Crawford certainly did. "So where should we go now, Crawford? Did you still want to explore the basement?"

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The leader of Schwarz took the gun without hesitation, slipping it into his waistband. Not the best place to keep it, but for now it would have to do - he no longer had the generosity of a holster. He'd have to create a makeshift one at some point.

"Yes," he said, in response to Schuldig's question. "While a basement would usually be just more mazes of rooms with boxes inside, in a place like this, I can only imagine they keep all sorts of useful items down there." Or possibly something even more interesting. After all, this place already defied physics and corporeality; who knew what was hiding down there? It could sprawl for miles without end, an entire city of the demons they found up here.

Or, the real way out.

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"Fine by me." Schuldig grinned and slipped past Crawford to the door, gesturing for him to follow. "Better let me lead the way; there's a lot of places we don't want to wind up tonight. It's brainwashing night, so there's people running around with powers we're better off not going up against while we're weakened. I can get us around them."