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Nightshift 39: West Wing, North Hall 1-A
[from here]
Miles slowed again as he entered the hallway, due to another sharp spike of pain in his head. This time, it was accompanied by a louder rumble, one that almost sounded like garbled words.
He swept the beam of his flashlight from side to side. "Now, see? Nothing - and no one - is there," he muttered, hoping that would silence the voice's insistent worry. It was starting to get both annoying and worrisome at the same time. What was making it react like this? He couldn't think of anything, and the intercom announcement hadn't indicated anything particularly worrisome, either.
He sighed and continued down the hallway, continuing to scan for anything in the shadows with each step.
[to here]
Miles slowed again as he entered the hallway, due to another sharp spike of pain in his head. This time, it was accompanied by a louder rumble, one that almost sounded like garbled words.
He swept the beam of his flashlight from side to side. "Now, see? Nothing - and no one - is there," he muttered, hoping that would silence the voice's insistent worry. It was starting to get both annoying and worrisome at the same time. What was making it react like this? He couldn't think of anything, and the intercom announcement hadn't indicated anything particularly worrisome, either.
He sighed and continued down the hallway, continuing to scan for anything in the shadows with each step.
[to here]
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So far he hadn't run into anything. Dean hoped tonight would be better than the last couple of nights: he could do without a repeat with Company Man, that ice cold bitch in the rec field or any spirits. All he wanted was a good, old-fashioned throw-down with Punk-Ass and for it to end with that bastard tied to a chair in M2. Hopefully Sam was doing okay. The kid was more than capable, but Dean worried for him - there were some things out there that no level of school smarts or street smarts or whatever could prepare you for. A literal knife in the back was one of them.
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