Nightshift 40: Staff-only Kitchen

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Blitzwing swept the room with his flashlight, gaze quickly coming to rest on a likely-looking bank of drawers. "Grab as many knives as you can," he said over his shoulder to Scourge. "I'd rather have more than we need than not enough."

That said, he quickly unwadded his own pillow case and began the search.

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[haplesstracker.livejournal.com]

"Yes, sir." Scourge felt a bit more relaxed with Lugnut guarding the door. They'd at least have an early warning if that snake got back up again.

The first drawers Scourge went through seemed very unhelpful. There were plenty more spoons, tongs, and painful-looking ridged things that were either torture devices or cheese graters. Scourge kept one, just in case it wasn't for cheese.

[lossofface.livejournal.com]

"What is this slag?" Blitzwing finally growled, sometime later. He'd covered nearly half the kitchen, and found only two knives. And looking over at Scourge, he saw the tracker was having even worse luck than him.

This was ridiculous! How could an institution of this size manage with so little cutlery? Unless they were keeping most of it locked away somewhere else...But that made no sense!

[haplesstracker.livejournal.com]

"Another dead end. Who'd you get this info off?" Scourge only had one knife, barely the length of his forearm if you included the handle, and that one he was clinging to pretty tight. This was the second time one of Blitzwing's plans had led them somewhere stupid and the second time they'd argued so much that barely anything got done, and now Scourge was considering striking out on his own. He had a weapon, that put him above a lot of things.

"But three makes it enough for all of us," the tracker continued, wearily running his hands through spoons and whisks. "So I guess it isn't a total loss."