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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It was a sobering surprise to find his scalpels and flashlight exactly where he'd left them in his old room. He felt a bit like he was being mocked after going through the effort of hiding the admittedly paltry weapons. Like it didn't matter what he had because they were far stronger. Nataku had no doubt that they were, but it was still pretty irritating. Well, at least he wouldn't be joining Kenren completely unarmed.

After taking a look at his map again, Nataku said goodbye Ritsuka and headed for the end of the hallway. There were already people going into the clinic, but so far no one looked hurt. Maybe they were the healers. Either way, he hoped Ritsuka would manage alright for the night. Wasn't Homura interested in medical supplies too? Maybe he could bring some back for his roommate later on.

He'd talk to him about it when they met for whatever job he had tonight.

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