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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Re: M89

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In spite of himself, Sam found he couldn't quite cover a snort of laughter. The corners of his lips twitched upwards slightly, not quite a smile, but close. "And here I was thinking evil mutant freaks running a mental hospital for the damned wouldn't have heartstrings to tug," he replied. "Guess one of us could always get sent to the infirmary. There might be something we can get our hands on there."

The levity didn't last long, however, almost-smile transforming itself into a grimace that showed clear enough just how well he liked the idea of trusting information from a group that made itself so public. "That might work, if we can't find any more reliable information..."

There was no masking his surprise at the next revelation, enough to derail any further thoughts of intelligence gathering for the moment. Sam's brows rose further as he leaned to study the amulet. Odd, how the familiar seemed suddenly alien. "You found where they were keeping some of your things?" It was the only explanation that sprang readily to mind.

Re: M89

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"No one's goin' to the infirmary. Are we clear?" He countered in a stern tenor, inspecting his brother with a sharp eye. "... Besides," he added in a voice of forced calm. "You really think these guys're stupid enough to leave a hole like that we can fall through? They'd have us on God-knows-what the entire time; have us restrained for all we know. Tight security, even for us."

Dean dropped the amulet, letting it hang around his neck in plain view.

"No, just scanned my closet last night and..." His eyebrows shot up, shoulders rising and slumping in a weary half-shrug. Bit by bit, he edged towards the wall, releasing an irritated sigh when he finally managed it, both legs sprawled in front of him and arms resting at his sides. "Checked yours lately?"

Re: M89

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"Might depend on why we were there," Sam replied, though it was at best a token argument. His brother's logic was sound, and he knew it. Enough to be a touch embarassed - hare-brained schemes were not typically a large part of his repertoire. "Or if there was a distraction. Do you know what kind of security they have in there? It might be good to find out from someone, even if we never need to use the information."

He glanced towards his own closet, frowning slightly in thought. "Wasn't anything new in there this morning." His gaze slid back to Dean's amulet, wary now that the surprise had abated just enough for thought. Such 'gifts' from a mysterious benefactor sat uneasily with him. "Another mindgame?" he wondered.