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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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It wasn't like Punk-Ass weighed a ton, but trying to travel fast, quiet, and not even at full strength? Dean was grateful he was still hopped up on adrenaline; now to just make it back to M2 without buckling. True, he'd been recovering since breakfast and finding Sam again, but he found his breaths were coming in pants as he again shifted the dead weight. Dean grit his teeth and chugged onward, heading down the dark halls back to the block he'd originally come from.
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