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- depth charge,
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- edward cullen,
- feldt,
- grell,
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- tenzen,
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- tsubaki,
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Night 44: Main Hall, 2-West
[To here]
After reaching the top of the stairs, Tenzen slipped into the next hallway. This time, the hallway consisted out of a normal floor, ceiling and walls, as opposed to the pulsing flesh from last night.
Sliding his hand along the wall, the ninja kept his flashlight switched off as he headed East.
[To here]
After reaching the top of the stairs, Tenzen slipped into the next hallway. This time, the hallway consisted out of a normal floor, ceiling and walls, as opposed to the pulsing flesh from last night.
Sliding his hand along the wall, the ninja kept his flashlight switched off as he headed East.
[To here]
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If Indy's father was supposed to have checked him in here, shouldn't they have contact information for him somewhere--an address, maybe even a phone number, anything? What really mattered here was where Dad was--whether they'd sent him back home or left him around here somewhere, brainwashed, needing to be found and brought back.
The way Ryuuzaki was swinging that light around was really starting to grate on his already-frayed nerves, though. Was he trying to attract the attention of every lab rat and omnicidal maniac in the building? "Could you stop that?" Indy said, not in a tone of voice that suggested a question. "If the Bogeyman's here, waving your flashlight at it is not gonna do a lot of good."
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One thing he had learned in the recent past was that showing his exasperation to subordinates was not always contributory to useful cooperation. At the same time, he hoped that the task force in Tokyo would be able to disband soon, and that their victory would make it all worthwhile; the irritation of people like Aizawa at what he termed L's high-handed behavior would be ameliorated by a win.
Dr. Jones is not exactly a subordinate, at any rate; he has not consented to work under my direction. He does not know. It will be necessary to treat him as an equal. This line of thought, however pragmatic, did not decrease his exasperation. He would have to be careful about expressing it. It would be pointless to misdirect his anger at his possible allies. They were not responsible for throwing him into a mass of people without his consent; In fact, they are my best chance of escaping it. He decided to explain himself in a calm, polite tone.
"Last night, my group was attacked by someone who appeared, to all intents and purposes, to be flesh and blood. It is useful both to be able to see what may be coming and to have the possibility of temporarily blinding anyone who may be waiting here. If they are waiting, they will notice us regardless of my aggressive use of the flashlight's beam."
Nonetheless, he slowed the arcs of his flashlight, concentrating it on the hall in front of them before rounding the turn into the corridor that would lead them to the morgue. He was satisfied that nothing waited in the dark near the stairwell to follow them down the next hall.
[Sneaking by with permission; to here.]