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Nightshift 34: Mine (exterior)

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Following the tracks and other signs of long forgotten activity, Hitsugaya led his team to what appeared to be an old mine shaft. It was partially boarded up, but there was still plenty of room for them to slide through if they wanted to. He turned his light on again briefly and scanned the surrounding area before turning it off again and glancing back at Hanatarou and Artemis. "Well, looks like we found something," he said quietly. "Think if you were Jill, you'd hide in a forsaken hole like this?" It wasn't the best of hiding places, with so many signs leading the way here, but who knew how much of a labrynth this mine truly was? It was entirely possible someone could spend years down there and never come across the same path twice. Perfect for someone who didn't want to be found by the ever-present eye of Martin Landel.

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Artemis stopped in front of the entrance to the mine shaft, and his hand went instantly to his chin in thought. It was plausible that Jill was not inside the shaft because it was far too dangerous. However, it was a key spot to booby trap and hide in. It could take a normal team days, maybe weeks to find something in the shaft.

The boy looked up at the moon. Crescent. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him. He, Artemis Fowl, was on the outside of the Institute. Which meant, if he played his cards right and got lucky enough, he could pull it off. Refill his magic tank before it expired the next time he was grievously injured. All he would need was an acorn, a stream, an oak tree, and the full moon. Simple enough.

Right, back to the task at hand. Right now, the mine needed to be focused on. Mine.

"I say, Captain, that we have to exhaust every option until we find her. I don't suppose you can tell if there's anything with a soul in there, can you? Does that sort of thing work through the ground?"

Hanatarou eyed the mine entrance somewhat dubiously; if this "Jill" person was really hiding in a place like that, he rather hoped that it looked better on the inside than it did on the outside. Though really, that wouldn't be terribly difficult, because right now it looked pretty unpleasant.

He didn't really have any input on the matter, though, and lowered his gaze to the ground as he idly poked at one of the old, rusted railings on the ground with the toe of his slipper. Without someone to heal or something to run away from, he was kind of out of his element for the time being, and just awaiting orders.

"It does," Hitsugaya said. "But there's no way to tell if it would work on her. It doesn't work on any of the staff, but that doesn't necessarily mean they're soulless. If Jill has some connection with them, well, she won't register either. It's worth an attempt, though."

And so he focused, feeling the agony of something so simple as sensing tearing through his insides as he focused on the spirit threads. There was Fowl's...there was the red thread he could only assume to be Hanatarou's...

...and nothing else.

He closed that inner eye, again marvelling how something that was as natural to him as vision itself could be so painful now to implement, then glanced at Artemis. "Nothing," he said. "Whatever's down there doesn't give off spirit threads."

Artemis pondered for a moment, furrowing his brow. Nothing with a soul that gave off the special threads Hitsugaya saw. That could mean monsters that would kill them all, or special things put in place to hinder such discoveries, or that Jill was like the staff--which was possible.

The radio sounded and Artemis took note of what was said. His heart sank a little, really. She didn't know much about the outside, which meant that perhaps she wasn't here. However, something could be. It was as good a hiding place as any, really. For Jill or Landel--and at this point, did it really matter which one they found?

"Let's go in, Captain, Hanatarou," Artemis' brow was furrowed in determination. "There's something down there besides exhausted mineral deposits, otherwise it wouldn't still be standing."

The boy genius clicked on his flashlight and stepped into the darkened interior of the mine.

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"It's a mine!" Anya exclaimed as they neared the entrance. And it was. "Just like in the Old West! Or that movie about that man with the funny name and the hat. That was set in Tibet, I think. Maybe this isn't America after all..."

The boarded-up shaft was covered in signs telling her not to venture any further because of danger. Nothing about TNT, though. She had thought TNT happened in mines, thought she wasn't sure what TNT was or why it could only occur underground.

"Come on!" she urged the others, heading for the mine entrance.

"Anya..." Willow began, but stopped when she realized she wasn't really sure how to end that sentence. With a warning of danger? The signs made that very obvious, and Anya would laugh that off anyway. They'd come this far, so they might as well find out what exactly a mine was doing this close to a mental hospital.

Willow followed Anya towards the entrance, keeping her flashlight beam lower than before. This mine must have been abandoned ages ago, she thought. Or at least made to look abandoned ages ago, if they were still going with the glamour theory. Willow was not a mining expert, but she had read a little bit about the subject and knew that buildings inhabited on a daily basis wouldn't be built this close to an active mine. Especially not if the people inhabiting said building were supposed to be insane.

Angel glanced briefly at Anya. Tibet...? After a split second, all he did was shush her before stepping forward.

If there was something in here that could tell them where or when they were at...glamour or not, there had to be a reason behind these choices. Why did it so closely resemble their world and not others?

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This... definitely seemed like a mining complex of some sort. Boarded up, yes, but still in one piece. It didn't look like the mine had been used tremendously recently, but it still wasn't an ancient abandoned place. The questions then arose; what had been mined, and why was it still there? More importantly, what was still there?

Roland tapped his chin as he gazed at the entrance, then glanced to his two companions. "Want to head in?"

And Heat liked it that way. He had no understanding (or care) about what other patients were doing, nor what they would think of their agenda. "Makes it easier, doesn't it? No one to get in the way."

If they did... well. The more meat, the better. Just thinking of the bodies he had carved into when he was last Agni -

Moving past the other two, the AI dug a hand into the rock of the entrance, testing the solidarity. He wasn't sure what to expect of the cavern; it looked fragile, with all the lone wood barely holding it up.

Not that caution had ever stopped him.

He easily weaved past the boards haphazardly blocking the entrance, stomping into the darkness that was more encompassing than the night.

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