Nightshift 38: Morgue

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A blast of cool air hit Indy in the face as soon as the door went down. He estimated the temperature at the high 30s, maybe low 40s Fahrenheit. Not a bad temperature for preserving bodies, at least in the short term, and good reason to zip up his jacket.

The room looked pretty empty to him. Three slabs, all unoccupied; cabinets around the walls. Two doors on the left wall, which he knew from the map lead to a pair of autopsy rooms and thence back to the lab. If there were any corpses here, they weren't out in the open.

"All right," he said to Pierson, "where do we start looking?"

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Not having a jacket of his own, Methos grimaced at the chill. He peered around the room, the pastel color scheme and utter quiet making him uneasy. 'Quiet as a morgue' had become a catch-phrase describing eerie silence for good reason. "We might check the storage for any bodies," he replied. "Though we'd likely have better luck in one of the autopsy bays, if we are nearly out of time." He smiled, though there wasn't even much gallows humor in it. "Left or right?"

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"The closest one," Indy said decisively. He was a little annoyed that the relief in his voice was so audible, but this just wasn't his idea of a swell time, as Willie would say. Indy preferred the corpses he encountered to have been dead for a few thousand years first.

Mercifully, the door was unlocked. Indy opened it and walked through.

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