Nightshift 39: Kitchen 2F

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It was darker in here than the other areas he'd passed through. Jason tossed up whether it was worth fucking up his night vision by switching on his flashlight to make searching the place faster. The possibility that the light would be even more painful for Wesker was also a plus considering how petty he was feeling right now.

Nah, it wasn't impossible to see and he could navigate well enough by touch. He also had a metahuman who could see in the dark with him who might just consent to doing something productive.

Moving carefully in the darkness Jason ran his hands along the counter tops to guide himself as he searched. Addressing Wesker he said, "Make yourself useful. Help me find a knife." He didn't know if the bastard would actually listen to him but he could try.

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"Would you prefer a paring knife or a fillet knife?" Wesker asked, looking through the drawers, removing them and placing them on the counter after he had searched each one.

He planned to take another knife for himself, despite the fact that he already had two knives and an exacto knife. It was quite hard to be over-armed, particularly in a place like this. Wesker considered pointing out that Jason would get more assistance from people by being polite and helpful, but that would likely not improve the way the young man acted around him.

Plus it would open the possibility that Wesker acted in such a manner only for his own benefit. "Where did you learn to use a knife?" It was something to talk about, while silence was normally preferable they were making so much noise that a little more wouldn't matter.

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Walking up beside Wesker, he quickly claimed the paring knife, testing the edge with his thumb. Nowhere near as sharp as his own dagger but he'd take what he could get right now. Glancing at the other blade he was tempted to just grab them both and be done with it but Wesker had found them and offered him first choice and while the man could be irritating Jason didn't want to alienate him entirely. Gesturing with the knife he held he asked, "I'll take 'em both unless you want the other one."

As for how he'd learned to use a knife. "I told you, I'm from Gotham. I needed to be able to take care of myself so I got a teacher." It wasn't completely untrue. Bruce had made sure he could use a knife if it ever came down to that but he'd learned a lot more when he was travelling about, honing his skills before returning to Gotham.

"What about you? It's not the sort of thing they teach in medical school, doc." Jason grinned, flipping the knife along his fingers and watching Wesker closely. He had been pretty open so far - assuming the stuff about being a doctor wasn't a flat out lie - it'd be interesting to see what he had to say now.

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Wesker claimed the fillet knife after Jason took the paring knife, slipping it neatly and carefully into a pocket for easy access. Kitchen knives weren't nearly as sharp as combat knives, but it would still be useful. Even if fillet knives were more fragile, it had a couple inches length over the paring knife. Wesker did doubt it would survive very long in a fight, though.

"It's a rather long, complicated story," Wesker commented. "It would be a waste of my night to recount my entire life story starting from when I was eighteen. I'm sure you don't really want to hear it, either."

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Jason had been intending to push the subject, to get some sort of story out of Wesker. Even if it was a total lie it might yield some hints about the man and he had plenty of fake stories he could use himself if the question was turned back on him. While Jason might not have fooled Wesker before, he could lie convincingly enough when he put his mind to it.

Before he could open his mouth though, he heard a feminine scream from back the way they'd come. Jason was running for the door before he even realised he'd moved, instinct having taken over. There'd been a girl outside whom the voice would fit. She must have run into some sort of trouble. Gripping his newly acquired knife tightly he grinned in anticipation. Finally, a chance to let off some steam.

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