Nightshift 33: Extra Storage

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Kunzite stepped forward carefully, but immediately reared his head backwards and brought his arm up to his nose. A noxious concoction emanating from all sides permeated the room, and while not enough to make him noticeably nauseous, it was at least uncomfortable, at worst disorienting, and not a welcome stimulus in the slightest. Looking about, he found the room to be in almost as much a disarray as the previous...though, seemingly untouched by the other patients, it was a bit better stocked in terms of tools and other general items.

"Your intuition has served us well, Itachi," Kunzite sneered, his lips curling into a smile as he pushed away the cart in the middle of the room to gain access to the walls. "Quickly, gather up more tools; as much as I wish to take that ladder, it would only impede our eventual escape, and it does not seem to be constructed in a way that can be easily undone." Indeed, the ladder was fastened with large deadbolts, something that would require more than a few screwdrivers and hammers to undo.

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Itachi followed Kunzite calmly, just blinking a little at the smell. He hardly cared about such things.

"Intuition and knowledge are two different things," he commented as he began shoving more tools in his bag. He didn't even know what half of them were; janitorial duties were not among his extensive life experiences. It didn't matter, they would surely be useful.

"Yes, it would not be profitable to take something inconvenient. But we should also take what chemicals we can find in here." He himself was currently busy trying to find room for a crowbar around the bottles in his bag.

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"Knowledge, hmm?" Kunzite mused quietly; he became a bit defensive momentarily; do I lack these things here? I'd not thought to check as I felt this room was for patient belongings, and why would they keep anything of theirs useful...bah, I waste time on foolish thoughts. Examining a few more bottles, he shoved them into the small satchel. A moderately sized shovel was also among the clutter, small enough to be concealed among his belongings in the room; at any rate, he could disassemble this item, as its components were held together with only a few simple bolts.

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Itachi hadn't known what the room contained, of course, only that there had been a room. "Storage" could mean anything. But he never felt the need to make himself clear to others; in fact he never noticed when he wasn't being clear. It didn't matter much what others thought, as long as he could further his own needs appropriately.

Itachi threw some wire and cables in his bag, then also turned to the chemicals, picking up several more bottles. "My bag is becoming rather full. Should we try anywhere else?"

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At that question, Kunzite looked over his shoulder at his partner, then put down the shovel and bat and examined the map. "I don't think we have time to put these new tools to the test...there's another storage area across this hallway. I suppose we can examine it and see what usefulness we can gain from it." Truth be told...Kunzite's forte was more suited to quicker attacks and acquisitions. He was used to ordering the youma under his command to perform these kinds of tasks, letting them scavenge wherever necessary to achieve their objectives. Time and resources were far more limited here, however, and though the term "General Storage" seemed tempting...

"Yes, let us proceed," he said. Time wasted is worse than anything, he thought, and with that he brushed through the clutter and pushed his way out the door.

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