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damned_institute2008-08-21 01:23 am
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Nightshift 34: Equipment/Chemical Storage
[From here]
Allelujah stepped inside and started to shine his torch around the room, peering carefully at the bottles of chemicals lines up around the room. He'd leave those for last. He went to the blue cabinets first, starting to pull open drawers and cupboards, pulling out whatever he thought looked useful. Razors he slipped into his pockets along with the shears and the scalpels. Short range unfortunately, but sharp and longer lasting than the glass pipettes, although he appreciated those too.
He frowned, nearly jumping as the radio crackled to life, having mostly forgotten that he'd brought it. People kept mentioning the clues that it gave and he'd heard it last night, he just hadn't had much thought of being able to follow the clues. That last one though...
Where else would they cut people up and put them back together but a lab?
Which meant that he'd missed something while searching. Frowning slightly, Allelujah headed over to the chemicals cabinet and looked the bottles over carefully. Nothing in this place was free, and he rather doubted that this clue would be any different. Which meant, the most caustic, corrosive, nasty chemical he could find. He smiled, picking out a couple of names, and grabbed a couple of bottles. Those two would work very well. Sodium Hydroxide solution and hydrochloric acid. The bottles were a little heavy, but not too bad to carry. He pulled off his shirt quickly and tore a long strip from around the bottom of it before dropping it onto the top of one of the counters. He wrapped the strip around his nose and mouth, hoping that would suppress the fumes for a while. He'd come back for the razors and other equipment later. He loosened the tops of the bottles of acid and picked them up, carrying them back into the laboratory.
[To here]
Allelujah stepped inside and started to shine his torch around the room, peering carefully at the bottles of chemicals lines up around the room. He'd leave those for last. He went to the blue cabinets first, starting to pull open drawers and cupboards, pulling out whatever he thought looked useful. Razors he slipped into his pockets along with the shears and the scalpels. Short range unfortunately, but sharp and longer lasting than the glass pipettes, although he appreciated those too.
He frowned, nearly jumping as the radio crackled to life, having mostly forgotten that he'd brought it. People kept mentioning the clues that it gave and he'd heard it last night, he just hadn't had much thought of being able to follow the clues. That last one though...
Where else would they cut people up and put them back together but a lab?
Which meant that he'd missed something while searching. Frowning slightly, Allelujah headed over to the chemicals cabinet and looked the bottles over carefully. Nothing in this place was free, and he rather doubted that this clue would be any different. Which meant, the most caustic, corrosive, nasty chemical he could find. He smiled, picking out a couple of names, and grabbed a couple of bottles. Those two would work very well. Sodium Hydroxide solution and hydrochloric acid. The bottles were a little heavy, but not too bad to carry. He pulled off his shirt quickly and tore a long strip from around the bottom of it before dropping it onto the top of one of the counters. He wrapped the strip around his nose and mouth, hoping that would suppress the fumes for a while. He'd come back for the razors and other equipment later. He loosened the tops of the bottles of acid and picked them up, carrying them back into the laboratory.
[To here]
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He stepped back into the room and headed over to the equipment cabinets again. The bottles he had were large and great for storage, but for weapons they lacked something. He grabbed one of the jumpsuits that he'd grabbed and quickly tied together the arms and legs of it before starting to slip the packets of syringes and razors into it. Then, rather more carefully, he slipped in some of the glass flasks and vials and stoppers, packing the shirts around them to keep them from breaking before he had the chance to use them. He wished that he could take some more, but didn't want to weigh himself down any more than he had to.
He slipped back over to the chemical cabinet, peering carefully at the label of each one. Corrosive, explosive... Huh...
He smiled grimly, grabbing a couple of smaller bottles of some of them, glad that they were plastic and unlikely to break. Potassium Nitrate. Sucrose. Ammonium Persulfate. A couple he even passed over, deciding against risking carrying them when he didn't have any special gear.
He zipped up the jumpsuit and gingerly slung it over his shoulders like a makeshift rucksack before slipping back into the laboratory.
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