Nightshift 35: West Wing, North Hall 1-B

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((From here.))

As Claude continued up the hallway, he made sure to walk slowly and quietly. So far it looked like he was the only person around here, making him an easy target in an ambush or something. A small part of him realized he didn't have the same knack for spotting an incoming attack like Ashton or Dias. Still, that didn't mean he couldn't at least try, right? Maybe the limitations Landel's had placed on him made him sub-par in some people's eyes, but he would still do his best.

His flashlight passed over an entrance into another block of rooms, and the blond paused. Was this where he needed to go? There was only one way to find out.

After briefly casting a glance over his shoulder, Claude ventured into the next hallway.

((To here.))

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Brooklyn was very much aware of how to get up the stairs, but he didn't point this out. (Even though he wanted to.) Instead, he continued to follow along. He too caught the sounds of a struggle nearby, but unlike Near he paused just a moment, every instinct yelling at him to go see who was in trouble and how he could help.

He forced himself to keep moving. Too many people would be getting into trouble at night and he wouldn't be able to help them all. Not as he was now. It was difficult. If they came across a group close enough Brooklyn didn't know if he'd be able to keep himself from helping them.