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damned_institute2009-03-06 10:22 am
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Nightshift 39: M91-M100 Hallway
"Of all the accursed...why did they have to place his quarters at such a distance from mine!"
Starscream continued to look over his map angrily; shining his artificial light upon the paper clipped into the cover of his notebook, he once again traced the two possible routes needed to get to Lockdown's room. "One is far longer...but potentially safer," he groaned, sliding his finger down the halls, across the large entry way, and back up to his destination. "The other...it takes me to the "soccer/recreational field". That's where that 'meta-bitch' 'Richard' mentioned was, the one who could made extreme cold. On the other hand, it IS shorter..." Closing the book with a sigh, he weighed his options carefully.
Laziness won out.
"As long as I am careful...I might avoid confrontation tonight," he reasoned. Clutching his book, a few pens, and the flashlight tightly, he made his way down to the M-C Block hallway.
[To ]here]
Starscream continued to look over his map angrily; shining his artificial light upon the paper clipped into the cover of his notebook, he once again traced the two possible routes needed to get to Lockdown's room. "One is far longer...but potentially safer," he groaned, sliding his finger down the halls, across the large entry way, and back up to his destination. "The other...it takes me to the "soccer/recreational field". That's where that 'meta-bitch' 'Richard' mentioned was, the one who could made extreme cold. On the other hand, it IS shorter..." Closing the book with a sigh, he weighed his options carefully.
Laziness won out.
"As long as I am careful...I might avoid confrontation tonight," he reasoned. Clutching his book, a few pens, and the flashlight tightly, he made his way down to the M-C Block hallway.
[To ]here]
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He finally groaned and pushed himself up to his feet, partly thanks to a good deal of mental prodding from Hallelujah. He had things to do, bridges to burn. He still moved a little unsteadily, but it wasn't as bad now. His head was fuzzy still, but he could think clearly enough to grab weapons from beneath his bed. Nothing to burn things with unfortunately, or not enough to cause significant damage, but he could look in the offices perhaps? He wanted those files.
Broken glass and scalpels and acid. Once he was armed he walked out into the corridor silently.
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