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Nightshift 35: Pharmacy (2nd floor)
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"I hope this is important," Brooklyn grumbled as he led Near inside.
The room seemed to be full of medical supplies, mostly the medication itself. This sort of thing could be useful to anyone, though he had no way of knowing what this boy wanted it for. Another experiment, perhaps? Or did he honestly have someone he needed to get some pills to? Either way, the gargoyle felt that there were better things he could be doing with his time right now. Though there was a voice in the back of his head that told him he wouldn't be able to save everyone.
"I hope this is important," Brooklyn grumbled as he led Near inside.
The room seemed to be full of medical supplies, mostly the medication itself. This sort of thing could be useful to anyone, though he had no way of knowing what this boy wanted it for. Another experiment, perhaps? Or did he honestly have someone he needed to get some pills to? Either way, the gargoyle felt that there were better things he could be doing with his time right now. Though there was a voice in the back of his head that told him he wouldn't be able to save everyone.
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A flying kid that shot glowing green energy. Slightly embarrassing, but Danny was a good kid. He was glad that, as far as he knew, he hadn't had to go through that again - especially since he'd ended up hurting someone from his own world. At least Vlad was looking far better now. If the Institute was good for one thing, it was healing.
He wasn't going to mention the fact that he didn't even know there was a janitor's closet. He'd already done a good enough job of proving how little he knew about the layout of Landel's.
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"There are maps. If you ask for one, someone will likely oblige you." Near considered his words for a moment, then put the bag of pens inside the bag of pills, as he had planned to. "Or if you prefer, I can draw one for you. I saw maps of both floors earlier. They'd be easy enough to reproduce."
Their business in the room was done, and Near again had his pillowcase and his flashlight. He headed out of the room, back to the very hall Brooklyn had just specified as the location of the attack.
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