Nightshift 38: West Wing, North Hall 2-B

[oftemptation.livejournal.com]

[from here]

As before, Endrance held the door open to the new area. The pit of his stomach dropped as he walked through the doors himself - the area smelled antiseptic and cold, as if there was no question that unspeakable things could happen here. He hugged his arms to himself, as if trying to warm himself before going further.

"Do either of you have a map from here?"

Oh, if only this was The World, where accessing a map was as easy as pressing a button!

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[jokers-wildcard.livejournal.com]

"I do," Harley responded jovially, despite the atmosphere. "I left it back in my room! ...Huh. I guess that means we're lost."

There was an expectant pause as she grinned at both of them. But before any potential throttling or yelling could occur, she let out a little laugh and waved her hand dismissively at both. "I'm kiddin', I'm kiddin'! I know where we're goin'."

She wasn't stupid enough to go wandering around this place without any idea of where to go. And it helped that the route was easy enough to memorize. It just so happened that the door right next to the one they'd passed through was the one they wanted.

Harley headed right for the door only to find it, too, had been locked. Now that she thought about it, she'd never run into any locked doors before tonight. Now suddenly every door they were coming across was sealed shut. And she knew what that meant. People only locked up when there was something worth protecting. This must be where the important stuff is, where they don't want people sniffing around.

Shining the light on the lock proved it not to be in the greatest of condition. Lucky, since she didn't exactly have anything to pick a lock with. Nor did she want to risk standing around in the dark messing with locks. Taking a note from Endy's stirring example, she lifted up the wrecking bar and bashed it down hard in two quick blows. Sure enough, the lock snapped.

Bingo! She ripped the stupid thing off and opened the door.

[into here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/558933.html)]

[youlackmascara.livejournal.com]

"There's another door here," Itachi said as he went through into the next hallway. This was irritating; what they needed could be behind any of these. Process of elimination helped, but their time limits were still constrained. "This lock is also broken. Should we try this one, or continue down the hallway?"

[diamondstorm]

[from here]

The door she needed was open here, too. Tonight was becoming very fortunate.

[no-side-effects.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/557399.html?thread=45615447#t45615447)]

So far Wesker's luck was holding, he dashed into the hall and immediately turned to head through the decontamination room. The lab would be an excellent place to fight Leon, and if need be Wesker was willing to lead another chase to a secondary location.

A second run right after this one would not be a good idea, though, but he had a few plans for what to do in the lab.

[its-the-mileage.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/557399.html?thread=46052439#t46052439)]

Here, too, the door into the decontamination room had had its lock smashed and ripped off. "Someone's been doing our dirty work for us tonight," Indy commented, leaning in to peer through the hall. He didn't see anything moving.

"Why the morgue?" he asked. He wasn't entirely sure he wanted to know, given Pierson's potential latent violent tendencies, but it was worth asking nonetheless.