[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/534446.html?thread=43326894#t43333294)]
Indy couldn't figure out for the life of him where those bugs had gone (or come from, for that matter), but he also didn't care. Just as long as they were out of his hair (and arms, and face, and neck, etc.).
He was moving slower this time, almost certainly leaving bloody tracks in the hallway. Tonight hadn't exactly been a triumph of the subtle approach.
The trip to the general storage room was a short one, but--wouldn't you know it--another damned locked door. Indy swore. Fluently. In multiple languages. Then he turned to Pierson.
"Well? Got any brilliant ideas? Or can I break the damn door down?" He kicked it bad-naturedly. Sniping at each other was another bad idea at a time like this, but he just seemed to be full of those tonight. Another one on the pile didn't make much of a difference at this point.
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Indy couldn't figure out for the life of him where those bugs had gone (or come from, for that matter), but he also didn't care. Just as long as they were out of his hair (and arms, and face, and neck, etc.).
He was moving slower this time, almost certainly leaving bloody tracks in the hallway. Tonight hadn't exactly been a triumph of the subtle approach.
The trip to the general storage room was a short one, but--wouldn't you know it--another damned locked door. Indy swore. Fluently. In multiple languages. Then he turned to Pierson.
"Well? Got any brilliant ideas? Or can I break the damn door down?" He kicked it bad-naturedly. Sniping at each other was another bad idea at a time like this, but he just seemed to be full of those tonight. Another one on the pile didn't make much of a difference at this point.