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damned_institute2008-05-30 07:09 pm
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NIGHTSHIFT 32: Soccer/Recreational Field
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The cool night breeze greeted Archer as he stepped outside. Breathing in the fresh air, Archer felt thankful that he remembered to wear his sweater; it was chilly tonight. He swept his flashlight across the open field, searching for enemies and the activities shed.
"Bingo," Archer said softly, spotting his goal in the distance. "Come on, let's go pick up some supplies."
He began slowly moving towards the shed, making sure his partner kept up with him. Well, that and to make sure Brook didn't run.
The cool night breeze greeted Archer as he stepped outside. Breathing in the fresh air, Archer felt thankful that he remembered to wear his sweater; it was chilly tonight. He swept his flashlight across the open field, searching for enemies and the activities shed.
"Bingo," Archer said softly, spotting his goal in the distance. "Come on, let's go pick up some supplies."
He began slowly moving towards the shed, making sure his partner kept up with him. Well, that and to make sure Brook didn't run.