Nightshift 33: Doctor's Office 6 [Dr. Wilson]

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Alkaid was still nursing the hand she'd used to bust up the lock as she walked in. Why hadn't she gotten Badou to do it? Probably 'cause she felt the need to show off, but.. whatever. She might find something to hit the next door with in here. Or she'd just let him do it next time, but he had kind of saved her skin last night.

Considering how wacky this place was, Alkaid hadn't expected the doctor's offices to be anything like this. This one actually looked... kind of normal in the faint light she had to work with. As far as doctor's offices went. It was Western in style, with a comforting look to it. Not that she wanted to be checked up by any of the doctors here - she'd rather go jump off a cliff, really.

She turned back to Badou. "Well, get your light over here. Might as well start in the desk, right?" She didn't have a good feeling about this one, but whatever.

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Badou coughed, possibly to hide a little snort of laughter at Alkaid's awesome door breaking skills. He would have done it if she'd asked. It wasn't like he'd never broken into places before.

He slipped in after her, leaving the door open just in case they needed to leave in a hurry. A quick pass of the flashlight proved there was nothing nasty waiting for them. The office wasn't even disturbing in its normalcy. It was actually kind of welcoming except for the weird crap on the desk.

"Are you always this bossy?" He moved over to the desk with her and poked her in the chest with the flashlight. "Take it for now. I don't need it."

If he couldn't find cigarettes half blind in the dark, he was no longer a man.

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Alkaid actually never had broken a lock before. She was actually a pretty upright, law-abiding citizen back home. But something about being in this character's body, in a place she never really expected to be in, and so far away from the law... it granted her a kind of new disrespect for the rules. Nothing could touch her here. Her real body was probably in a coma back home, so anything that happened to this one was totally secondary.

Her hand still hurt like a mother, though.

"Only when you're this slow," she snapped right back, snatching up the flashlight after it hit her boobs. Alkaid felt like she was in control when she had this thing. Which was pretty good.

One hand (the hurt one) positioned the light above the desk while the other opened drawers, rifling through them. "Huh, nothing here. Anything on your end?"

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Badou was a lot less organized about his searching. He pulled out entire drawers and dumped them on the floor, only to riffle through the contents basically by touch.

Why did he always have to get the crazy bossy ones? He promised himself that when he got out of here he would stop complaining about Haine for at least a whole minute.

"Nothing I'd put in my mouth. Next office?"

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Alkaid eyed the minifridge in the corner of the room - now that probably held stuff she'd want to put in her mouth - but she had to watch this perfect figure now that she had it. And ice cream and cake at dinner had been enough.

Kind of embarrassed that Badou had made such a mess on the floor, Alkaid shrugged. "If you're ready. We'll find these suckers yet." Then she walked out the door, still holding the precious flashlight. (Badou needed both hands to search!) And across the hall!

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