Nightshift 30: M81-90 Hallway

[spirit-forge.livejournal.com]

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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Re: M84

[ol-canucklehead.livejournal.com]

Damn, coulda used some infermation outta tha kid. Logan too listened intently as Landel rambled on once more. Radio man?!? Who tha hell?!? Logan had no idea what he was talking about. He didn't even realise they had radios, much less what the significance was. However, Landel had just outright admitted to killing a man. And whilst Logan had killed more than his fair share of men himself, this particular situation only served to strengthen his hatred of that man. The way he'd said it...reminded Logan too much of Creed, of a killer who had no morals. Logan himself only killed when he felt he had to.

"Well then," he said, spinning the knife one more time so that it lay flush against his inner right forearm. "Ain' no poin' standin' aroun'. Time's a-wastin'" With that, he stepped to the door and through it, confident the Spider was right behind him.

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