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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"South," Leon responded quickly. Any way he could avoid going outside he would. Bad things happened outside at night, and he'd yet to run into anything dangerous just in the patient hallways. (Good luck on his part, mostly.) Besides, he'd been south before. "It's safer that way."

It didn't really matter to him at this point if Xelloss thought he was a wuss or not. The man seemed nice enough and he had to know how dangerous this place can be. Surely he wouldn't blame him?

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"South it is, then!" Xelloss nodded. He was dubious of the suggestion that the path would be safer, considering that monsters seemed to be equally frequent inside and outside of the building, but he'd left the choice to Leon and both routes were equal so long as neither of them knew what would actually await them on their route.

Their destination was a little odd, but he'd never seen the Clinic himself, when he thought about it. He had sent the oddly secretive young man he'd met while working with Arts and Crafts in that direction once, but the night had ended before anything had come of it.

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