Nightshift 33: Walk-In Refrigerator

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It was cold. But for once, it wasn't the first thought that crossed Wolfram's mind as he was practically thrown into the giant cooler. He was more worried about his eyes than anything. It still hurt to open them, and when he tried nothing would focus anyways. And he could still hear what was going on in the kitchen behind him.

Crawling over to the nearest side, still clinging possessively to his items, he tried to focus on listening for Aidou and "John" as best as he could, trembling more in fear than from the cold. Not that he would admit to being almost terrified. No, of course not. Wasn't like he wouldn't be seeing that ugly thing in his dreams for the next five years at least.

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Hokuto took a breath and nodded silently. Knowing neither of them was disgusted with her, or exasperated, helped a little; she needed to make herself useful here, and the only way she could think of was as a warrior, which wasn't encouraging on nights like this. She wiped her face--anything for another moment to calm herself--before she turned around. Her body language betrayed as little of her sorrow as she could manage; this was not the time.

"I'm ready," she said, and her voice only shook a little. If she took the time to really compose herself, they'd be here all night; Thursday didn't know her story, but Archer knew enough so hopefully he'd understand that she carried a grief far worse than this every day, and she still managed.

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"Alright." Hokuto seemed a little better now, enough to function properly. That was good news; it also meant they could get moving now. Archer understood a little bit of her pain, and while he didn't know the whole story, he could tell she was stronger than she looked. Being killed by a friend but still able to move on required an inner strength, something he didn't always acknowledge. After making sure Hokuto was alright, he turned to Thursday. "The entrance to the basement should be a different colored tile, located in the corner over there."

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Thursday nodded, giving Hokuto an encouraging smile before she turned to the corner in question. The tile looked like it had already been removed earlier tonight; no doubt someone had beaten them to the basement. Perhaps it had been the teammates of the boy in the kitchen - although that didn't bear thinking about it.

She slid her fingers into the crack between the discolored tile and the rest of the refrigerator tiles and heaved, gritting her teeth slightly as the tile slid out, revealing the stairs beneath.

With one last look back at the rest of the refrigerator, she switched her torch on again and descended.

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