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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Kunzite noted that the light in his flashlight was beginning to flicker a bit. Shaking it in an attempt to remedy the situation, the swordsman sighed disappointedly; its power supply must be running low, he thought to himself. I should replace them when I venture out tomorrow. The strobe-like device still allowed him to continue forward, however, and into the next hall.