NIGHTSHIFT 33: F11-F20 HALLWAY

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For a moment, Renamon paused. That was more unsettling than she'd care to admit. She needed to get out of here.

Ignoring her instinct to leave the small cramped room immediantely, she snatched at her map again, and made some adjustments to her night's plan. Still, weapons first, and for that she had to move. She grabbed three pens and stuck them in the waistband of her pants, and held a fourth in her hand with the flashlight. It wouldn't come on for a little bit. She knew this part.

She didn't know what was going on. Not at all. It was bothering her, and setting her on edge; nicely ruining the calm she had worked to achieve.

Don't think, Renamon. Move.

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Melissa was a bit more startled by the intercom announcement than Claire seemed to be - the girl left almost immediately afterwards. The mindcaster stood for a few moments, trying to make sense of it all, before deciding that people who had been here longer might find something more useful in the static-filled words.

Besides. Whatever it meant, Melissa intended to be far away from the Institute before anything the Head Doctor was planning could be put into play.

A quick search of the room once again revealed the same useless items. Journal and pens, no. Key ring? What for? Melissa was in no mood to play any of the Institutes's games. The flashlight she dropped immediately as if it was poisonous, and the radio she contemplated for a little bit before finally deciding to bring. Even she wasn't really sure what the reason for that was.

With a final critical glare at the room behind her, Melissa left in search of means of escape.

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