Nightshift 39: West Wing, North Hall 1-A

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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.

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[identity profile] scalyfishman.livejournal.com 2009-03-06 01:45 pm (UTC)(link)


"Slag!"

Depth Charge sucked in a lungful of air as his calf came sharply into contact with the next door. Stupid fragging human optics! He was really going to have to find another light source; if he wasn't careful he'd be all shades of bruised before the night was out.

Murmuring oaths, he stumbled on through and into the next hallway.