Nightshift 40: East Wing, Hall A (First Floor)

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Itachi walked down the hall at his usual pace, it not occurring to him to hurry, even though Sasuke might be following him. He kept his eyes front, scanning for any potential enemies, but his ears were finely attuned to the potential of footsteps behind him.

The greenhouse yard was just ahead, and then he could safely get over the wall. He had no thought in mind of running from a fight, but he did not want to fight Sasuke now, not least because he had goals he wanted to accomplish tonight. Time was of the essence in the Institute, and he could not afford to be distracted by a brother who would in all likelihood fail again.

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[strayfag]

"I'm sure he doesn't want his institute burned down any more than... Wait, why haven't we burnt this place down again?" He'd heard about it recovering and all of that but they could at least try, just as a general 'fuck you, happy holidays'.

"Careful." Badou added, as if Artemis needed the reminding. It wasn't like someone could install a trap in the lock mechanism, but there was always the chance that magical puberty would kick in somehow.

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"I don't think we've found an adequate fire source or fuel," Artemis replied, pausing from his work in thought. "Also, evacuating everyone from the building would take some doing. There are some people who I couldn't care less about, but there are other innocent people who don't deserve to be trapped in a burning building."

He was starting to sound like Hitsugaya, he thought. While burning the whole building down sounded like a good idea at first, apparently upon further thought...

"Careful of what?" he asked, looking down the hallway nervously.

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Well, that made sense. Badou wasn't the nicest guy in the world but he wasn't very enthusiastic about innocent people burning to death either. Maybe he'd talk to Alle about it later. Using more violent means of getting out looked better and better all the time.

"Nothing." He replied, shaking his head. "You need help with that lock?"

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"Not... at... all."

Click. Artemis afforded himself a small, triumphant smirk. There was nothing like knowing how things worked and exploiting that knowledge. He stood up, recapping the syringes and tucking them back in his breast pocket.

"I've been in here before, and I believe he told me to return whenever I needed something--it should be a decent enough invitation."

Still, Artemis swallowed nervously and stepped across the threshold. The possible results of magic were worrisome, but he was more concerned about the unknown factor of what lay in this office during the night.

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