Nightshift 33: Waiting Room/Lobby 1

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Pressing his back against the door and pushing it open, Rude held his torch in his hand like a weapon, ready to strike anything that might come at him. After a few tense moments, nothing seemed to want to and he switched the torch on, flashing the beam across the room.

Rude let the door close behind him and moved forward, keeping the torch trained over the furniture. Plenty of spaces for something little to rush out at him. Not a threat but an annoyance nonetheless. However, as time slowly passed, it seemed he was quite, quite safe. Shame really, he could have done with a little action.

He did, however, find a newspaper. Seemed old, but it might be helpful anyway. He sat down and laid it across his lap, reading the title and date. Not any time or place he'd ever heard of. Score one to Reno.

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Having been sat reading for a while, Rude folded the paper up again and reached for a new one. It seemed a little more recent, but the paper was worn already. Might be useful though, so he popped it in the waist of his pants. He'd inspect it again later and get what information he could from it. Or just use it to cover the floor when he was manking things that go Boom. Whatever.

As he stood, he heard a noise from the second door. He edged closer. It sounded like a fight. With big goddamned bad guy... Gee, was that the time already? He wondered, checking the invisible clock in his head. Time to go. He'd find his own action later maybe. ANd more pipes. Why the hell didn't he hide one from Reno? Ah, hell Reno woulda found it anyway, sneaky bastard.

With that, Rude backed out of the room once more....

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