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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Kenren was in a relatively good mood when he finally left his room that night. He slipped into his uniform, glad for the familiar feeling of leather over his skin, and the comforting weight of a gun and some ammo at his hip. He checked the gun one more time before heading outside into the corridor, quite looking forward to what the night would bring. He was interested in seeing how the three of them would work together, two war gods and a general of the heavenly army. It would at least be entertaining which was most of the point.

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