Nightshift 39: Kitchen

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Sanzo jerked awake, cheek pressed against the floor. The monk immediately went for the gun. He hadn't gone to sleep that last shift, not while he hadn't made a decision about Takasugi. What the fuck? Had they drugged the food? He was curled on the floor - and he definitely wasn't in that cell any longer - his fingers around the Smith & Wesson. Sanzo pushed himself up.

He flicked the flashlight on, and looked around. An island in the middle, pots and pans above, a familiar metal door. What the hell was he doing in the kitchen?

Sanzo rose, the gun scraping against the floor with the movement. Something was going on here. He'd only woken up like this once, and that'd been that time in the morgue.

What was going on here?



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[16hitmagnum.livejournal.com]

A really flamboyant man passed by after taking a glance of her. Kagura didn’t know why, maybe it was the pain, but she felt very lucky that he left her just that. He didn’t even bother to help her.

And if he didn’t help her then why should she help the man she left outside? If anyone asked, she planned to pin this all on having stupid adult role models and how she was merely following their example.

Once the smell of blood had subsided a bit, Kagura smelled food from the nearby doors and made for the leftmost one.

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