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Nightshift 41: Equipment/Chemical Storage
[From here.]
Finally! Now maybe he could actually get something done.
Scourge opened up his pillowcase and switched on his flashlight for the first time that night, holding them together to keep his hand free. Sure enough, the chemicals had those little colored and numbered diamonds Lord Recluse had sketched out for him. This would be a lot easier if he'd had some actual chemical names rather than orders to just pick out the most dangerously numbered ones, but it did give him somewhere to start.
He went for the acids first. Scourge knew very little about chemistry and most of that from listening to Mixmaster babble about things nobody really cared about, but he knew that Acids Melt Stuff and that they had to be beneficial to weapons that made the bad things go away. Glycerin had low numbers on it, but it sounded a lot like nitroglycerin and that was a dangerous substance indeed, so maybe it would be helpful. Magnesium chloride also looked useful, he'd seen someone set a cube of magnesium on fire and that had gotten very interesting very fast.
He packed the chemicals into the bag in generally equal amounts, being as gentle as possible just in case they exploded or caught fire on their own. When he could barely close the pillow up again, he offlined the flashlight and stuffed it into the top of the bag before heaving it over his shoulder and stumbling out of the room again.
[To here.]
Finally! Now maybe he could actually get something done.
Scourge opened up his pillowcase and switched on his flashlight for the first time that night, holding them together to keep his hand free. Sure enough, the chemicals had those little colored and numbered diamonds Lord Recluse had sketched out for him. This would be a lot easier if he'd had some actual chemical names rather than orders to just pick out the most dangerously numbered ones, but it did give him somewhere to start.
He went for the acids first. Scourge knew very little about chemistry and most of that from listening to Mixmaster babble about things nobody really cared about, but he knew that Acids Melt Stuff and that they had to be beneficial to weapons that made the bad things go away. Glycerin had low numbers on it, but it sounded a lot like nitroglycerin and that was a dangerous substance indeed, so maybe it would be helpful. Magnesium chloride also looked useful, he'd seen someone set a cube of magnesium on fire and that had gotten very interesting very fast.
He packed the chemicals into the bag in generally equal amounts, being as gentle as possible just in case they exploded or caught fire on their own. When he could barely close the pillow up again, he offlined the flashlight and stuffed it into the top of the bag before heaving it over his shoulder and stumbling out of the room again.
[To here.]
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Crap.
Freaking spirits were everywhere in this place. No surprises given where they were, but still. They really needed a decent shotgun. Among other things.
He didn't waste time, tugging on Dean's jacket to get his attention, though he was sure Dean had heard the crying just the same, felt the slight dip in temperature. The last spirit had been a crying boy, too, and he wasn't sure whether it was this place or what, but that seemed to kind of be the MO here.
Probably not the same one, though. The other little boy was different, his crying less...unsettling, in a way. If that meant this particular spirit was an omen, too, of something worse to come (suffocation by hair, for example), Sam had no idea. And he wasn't gonna wait to find out.
In any case, time to go. He didn't need to look at his brother to know Dean was thinking the same thing.
[back out here]