Nightshift 30: M81-90 Hallway

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The radio crackled to life, and a strange voice emerged. Archer had been wondering what purpose the radio served. He doubted it was psychological warfare via Enya, but hey, he wouldn't put it past the Institute. Deciding to pocket it, he opened up his closet and geared up. That essentially meant putting on a large gray sweater and overlarge coat. Gray definitely wasn't his color.

Archer was about to leave when he remembered his pillow. It had felt awfully hard. Searching it revealed a durable, black flashlight. He'd probably need this too.

Pausing for a final glance around the room, Archer decided he was ready to leave. He exited his room, ready to see what horrors Landel's had to offer.

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It had taken Sparda only a little longer than his room mate to exit. He took with him the first aid spray, set carefully in a pocket of his coat, as well as the sword.

Perhaps tomorrow he would speak to Momo about joining the arts and crafts club, but for now Sparda would explore the facility and aid any patients he came across that needed his help.