Night 37: East Wing, Hall 2-A

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This hall was as familiar as the room halls by now. She quickly walked up to the door she needed, and without prelude, slamming her heel down on the knob. It broke off nicely, again. It was somewhat of an annoyance to have to do this every night.

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Elena was still so naive sometimes, but Rude kind of liked it. So long as it didn't get her killed or get in the way of work. It wasn't that he enjoyed giving lectures or having to explain things (although a part of him was always pleased that he knew his job well), it was more for her personal benefit. It was a luxury for Turks to have moments of humanity.

"There'd be no fun in that," he said, beginning what was practically a Rude speech. "The radio alone is enough evidence they're playing a game with us. So what if we get supplies? Reno's been here a long time." If this made it easy to escape there'd be no problem. Maybe Rude was playing into their hands fighting against them, but it was better than giving up.

Spotting a door that was already bust, Rude moved forward, pipe at the ready, and opened it up, stepping inside (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/526204.html?thread=43143548#t43143548).