Night 36 - Pharmacy

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Opening the door, Qui-Gon cast his glowrod about the room. He moved slowly, conserving his energy - opening the lock hadn't been as tiring as he had expected and he supposed his brush with death last night might have increased his sensitivity for the time being. Even so, he wouldn't needlessly push himself if he could help it. His Earthian flashlight flickered but he got a decent enough glimpse of the room: tall shelves loaded with boxes with what he assumed where medical supplies, a cart in one corner, in the other a desk.

The Jedi Master stepped to the side to let Leon in, his robes whispering on the floor as he moved. Qui-Gon couldn't sense any imminent danger but he'd learned, especially in Landels, that didn't mean there wasn't trouble incoming. He'd have to be alert, despite what his eyes and the Force told him.

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Leon immediately moved to the shelves, shining his flashlight at the labels. A grin spread over his face at the available medicines. It was a drug dealer's utopia. No only would these help him out, but he could probably trade some things to other people for information, or weapons.

He glanced around the room, gaze falling on the plastic bins in the corner. Leon grabbed a couple and hurried back to the shelves, placing bottles of pills into the bins. Painkillers, Valium, Oxycodone... he made sure to stock up on tranquilizers first, before turning his attention to things for trade. "If you're looking for painkillers, there's plenty here," Leon said to Qui-Gon, gesturing at the bottles of Tylenol and Advil. He managed to fill two of the small bins with medicines, and pocketed a few of the empty bottles.

His main task completed, Leon popped open one of the bottles of Advil and downed a couple. Hopefully those would help with the fever.

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Qui-Gon joined Leon, glancing at the bottles and looking at their labels without recognition. His back was to Leon and he didn't see the young man helping himself to some of the medicine, busy looking at the Earthian writing: as had happened before, the strange characters seemed to shimmer almost imperceptibly and suddenly they made sense and he could read them. That didn't mean he knew what these did exactly or recognize their names. He'd have to take Leon's word that they were medical.

He stocked up on some of the bottles, putting the smallest ones into the compartments of his utility belt. He moved down the shelves, glancing at the supplies and keeping an eye on the shadows. They had learned the hard way that even the shadows could be dangerous.

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Leon knew it was a placebo effect, but he was already feeling better. Maybe it was the fact that he'd actually gotten something done during the night. As Qui-Gon looked over the bottles, Leon started investigating the rest of the room. It didn't take long before he discovered the computer.

"No way," he breathed. He set the boxes of pills on the desk, and leaned his bat against it, then dropped into the chair and booted up the computer. Leon hardly dared hope for an internet connection, but even some kind of internal network might be able to help...

A blue screen illuminated the room. After a few seconds, a small box appeared, requesting a password. "Damn," Leon muttered, tapping his fingers thoughtfully on the desk. 'Landel', 'Doyle', 'Umbrella', and 'Monsters' all got him nowhere. He'd never been trained much in computer hacking; if someone needed information off a computer, he usually just ripped the hard drive out and brought it to them.

"Are you any good with computers?" Leon asked quietly. If Qui-Gon was, in fact, a Jedi, he might be able to figure out something. Or maybe all that Star Wars technology would come in handy?

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Glancing over Leon's shoulder, Qui-Gon examined the computer. It vaguely resembled the ones he'd seen before, but there were parts he wasn't familiar with, and the clunky, very physical keyboard did make him pause. He might be a Jedi, but that didn't mean he was practiced in how to slice his way through and get this kind of access.

"Not particularly," Qui-Gon said. Leaning over, he tried to type a few word choices of his own for possible pass-codes, but none of them worked. They probably wouldn't be able to get into it without knowing who was the main user of the computer and could have set the pass-code. And taking the computer itself - he had to look again when he noticed that what he thought was the bulk of the computer was actually just a screen - wouldn't be feasible. It was too big to carry around and they didn't exactly have any tools to open it up - and this was where his lack of understanding about the details of Earthian life shone through again. He wouldn't recognize the interior of the machine if it was open.

"Let's keep looking around," Qui-Gon said with a small sigh. He wouldn't dwell more on the ifs than he had to. What was important was the medical supplies they picked up.

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Leon nodded, and shut off the computer with a sigh. "Was there anything else you wanted to look for here?" he asked, collecting his boxes and bat. "Or did you have somewhere else in mind?"

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The Jedi was silent for a long time.

There was something he had wanted to check on. It wouldn't change things and he already knew what he would find, but it still bothered him. When Qui-Gon spoke up again, his voice was quiet:

"The morgue," he said, sadness making the lines in his aged face deeper. He didn't elaborate to Leon; not yet. The last time he had been there, he had been there with Sanzo and the Earthian monk hadn't known what the purpose of the autopsy room and the morgue were until Qui-Gon had told him...and then he had been deeply upset, a solid little cloud of dark anger swirling about Sanzo in the Force. The last he had seen of Sanzo was his friend Goku crouched over his body in the South Hall after the battle in the Arena. It was possible his body had been moved during the day to the morgue...

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Leon frowned. Even in the dim light he could tell Qui-Gon was upset about something. "Are you looking for someone in particular?" he asked, concerned. He knew people got injured, but... he didn't think it was in the Institute's interest for people to die. Was it?

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"Someone I knew," Qui-Gon said. He hadn't been a friend, exactly, but Qui-Gon had liked him well enough. He certainly hadn't deserved what happened, even if he had been the one to strike the first blow against Obi-Wan. "He was killed last night, unfortunately."

He wasn't willing to go into the exact details: while he and Obi-Wan agreed that the larger patient population should be warned about the danger of the Arena's trap, broadcasting that Martin Landel would be there would be foolhardy. It would attract even more patients who each thought they could be the one to kill him.

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Leon's nodded slowly. "All right," he agreed. "I'm not sure where the morgue is, so you probably ought to lead the way."

People actually died here. The possibility had occurred to him, but... he wasn't quite sure why it was bothering him so much. He'd seen the basement, he knew that this wasn't a normal hospital. But he'd assumed they were here for some reason, collected by Landel for some reason. Not just to run around like rats in a maze to get killed off slowly.

Panic and despair warred for dominance, but Leon didn't show any emotion, beyond a slight clenching of his jaw. He had to get out of here. He had a find a cure. He had to tear this place apart so that no two bricks were left on top of each other.

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