[NIGHTSHIFT 35] M31-M40 HALLWAY

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Still no one.  Although he could hear muffled voices through a few doors, the corridors were so black that if it hadn't been for his flashlight, he wouldn't have been able to see where the walls met the floor.  The circle of yellow light bobbed with his footsteps, periodically swinging towards the walls.  He'd been caught off guard before, and he wouldn't let it happen again.

He counted the room numbers:  M34.  Easier than last night, that much was certain, but the design of the institute still infuriated him.  Landel had gone to great lengths to make their stay difficult, with the monsters and sedative-armed nurses.  Something like bad architecture just seemed petty.  He gave the door a solid knock then leaned against the wall beside it, the beam of his light still darting around the shadowy space.

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Artemis balked a moment when he heard that Mello was still outside the room. And with a friend? Artemis didn't know this friend, but if he was anything like Mello, he could jump Artemis the second he walked by.

"Yes, I would appreciate that. Once I'm with the Captain, he won't try anything. He is, after all, trying to make the patients trust him. An even stupider move would be attacking me in front of the leader of the largest group here," Artemis gave a small, appreciative smirk concerning that image. He saw Mello running at him with another knife, but Hitsugaya stepped in and blew the man away with the trick he used on the bus a week ago. It was amusing to watch again and again.

He moved closer to the door, "Shall we?"

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"Lead the way," Schuldig replied with a smirk. That mental image was rather pleasant for him, too, although he could think of so many more interesting ways to handle the problem. He made sure to scoop up Mello's flashlight, flicking it off and tucking it into the waistband of his pants(where else could he keep it? The fucking uniforms needed some sort of belt, or at least pockets). It might be useful later.

And now he had a knife. Still not a patch on a gun with bullets, but it was more than he'd had before...although he suspected he'd wind up having to give it to Farfarello. He could almost see his partner's eye lighting up.

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"As you wish," Artemis said with a small smirk. He turned and opened the door.

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