Nightshift 40 - M31-M40 Hallway

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Dean's flashlight flickered as he focused it on the room's door. M31. He had a winner. Normally he'd just let himself in - either by picking the door or kicking it down - but for some reason he didn't. Instead Dean knocked, rapping the door with his knuckles and waiting to be let in. Standing here felt good - he was supposed to be here and, his new-found confidence told him, he'd report. To who and for what? Dean didn't remember quite yet but it didn't seem to bother him at all as he waited outside in the dark, keeping an eye and ear out for anything that went bump in the night and needed to get bumped back. All the aches and pains from the last couple of nights here ceased to bother him as much as they had earlier: the cuts, the bruises, the bandages, everything took a backseat to getting into M31 and answering that compulsion.

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Re: M40

[jei.livejournal.com]

Farfarello jerked the door open and glared balefully at Schuldig. "Don't call me that." He was way too far gone to have any patience for the stupid nickname, right now.

Also, he was already armed up and ready to go. But on the up side, Farfarello wasn't quite twitchy enough get to stab Schuldig for the use of the aforementioned stupid nickname.

Re: M40

[k4t4str0ph4l.livejournal.com]

"All right," Schuldig agreed readily, and if nothing else would have warned a knowledgeable observer that Farfarello was on edge, that alone would have been enough. The telepath would only pass up the chance to bicker semantics - or, really, anything else - if there was genuinely serious business to attend to. Usually only something lethal qualified as serious enough to shut Schuldig up...and the Berserker could be just about as lethal as anything the Mastermind was familiar with, and he was familiar with quite a lot. "You've got more of a knack for finding violence than I do - care to lead the way?"

Re: M40

[jei.livejournal.com]

What Farfarello really wanted was to fuck with something human. Humans screamed the best, cried and begged, they were by far the most fun. But there was nowhere to run in this stupid place--they couldn't leave town to avoid discovery--so if they got caught or ran out of time before killing the victim, well. They were screwed, weren't they? And no one had been kind enough to break into Farfarello's room while he was still in there, lately.

So a monster would just have to do. Sighing a little, Farfarello closed the door to his room behind him and turned down the hall towards the main areas of the building.

Re: M40

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