damned_institute | Nightshift 44: West Wing, North Hall 2-B

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Nightshift 44: West Wing, North Hall 2-B

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The door gave after a few hard kicks and Okita paused as it swung open, revealing a dark hall. He hated making such noise, but since they were the first ones this way, he had no choice. After waiting a few minutes, he couldn't hear anything that would indicate danger ahead and so he moved forward. He'd been to the morgue before and he remembered that it was at the very end of this hall and that it was dangerous. Hijikata had still been with them at that point, and it was lucky he had been. The shadow that lurked in the morgue, hiding in the cold and the dark, had all but destroyed Okita's will to live and nearly wrecked his relationship with Heiji and Kaito.

Here, also, it was a guarantee that no other patients would hear them so Okita no longer kept up the facade of treating Ayumu as Sen. Once she was through the door, he closed it behind them and moved forward, his hand at the ready on the hilt of his sword. "I need someone I can trust at my back, and he needs to see what you are capable of. Besides, what else is there to do tonight? Your target has been...unstable as of late, and with the Head Doctor's announcement, his efforts are going to be significantly curtailed. Your main mission has not changed, but every so often a little exercise isn't so bad, is it?"

He paused as they reached the midway point. This would be as good of a place as any to wait for Shinichi and Heiji. He looked at Ayumu, smiling slightly before dropping back into a business-like tone. He had orders to give and a warning to issue. "Himura-san has been sworn to secrecy, along with the female at his side. She is covered by the truce, and any attacks against her will be considered an attack on Himura-san himself. The same goes for you. Should they attempt anything against you, I will kill them both." But that didn't extend to certain other parties, most notably Lelouch's little information agent. "...Yuffie-san, however, is another issue altogether. She has been growing far too close to Lelouch and his associates. And I believe Himura-san had her on your trail before he realized your connection to me. From now on, to maintain your cover, any weapons or sensitive materials you acquire will be kept in my room. Keep a small supply with you and lock it in your desk if possible. The rest, give to me and I'll keep under my mattress. Retrieve them as you need them."

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The shift in Okita's manner was enough to tell Ayumu that he considered it safe enough in this part of the hallway. Not that she was about to drop her guard; that was a very rare thing indeed, but she still allowed some of her own pretenses to fade as well. There was much she could say about Lelouch's tendency toward instability lately, but now was likely not the best time for a full report, so she merely nodded to acknowledge that point and moved on. "I'll not argue that - with how little I've been allowed to do here, I could use a chance for some exercise before I completely forget all I know."

The incident the night before with Himura had been the first time she'd really been able to do anything openly. And that was something she'd really rather not think about any more than necessary: it had happened, and she would deal with the consequences as they came, but otherwise she wanted to forget about it entirely. That was part of the reason she was more pleased about being included in the "mission" tonight than she'd admit - from what she understood it was likely to be dangerous, the sort of thing that required concentration and focus that would allow her to clear her mind and disregard the multitude of nagging worries, at least for a time.

But, of course, then Okita went on to explain further, and she nodded slightly in acknowledgement of what she was being told. "Understood." She had little interest in Kaoru, only in that she was an associate of Himura's; if the price of silence was leaving her alone, well, that was simple enough. It was enough of a surprise that Himura had been silent.

Yuffie, however, was another matter. It was little surprise that her roommate was attempting to pry into her affairs, given the fact that she'd openly admitted her dislike. It was a pity, though, that she was lacking in places to actually hide things; clearly Okita trusted his roommate, but what if that changed? There was nothing that could be done about it for now, though, so she'd simply have to transfer items over to his room. Including the pictures, which she truly should have given to him long before.

Since it seemed they were to be waiting here for a time, Ayumu reached into her pocket and pulled out the napkin-wrapped brownie and candies she'd obtained in town, offering them to Okita as she continued. "Are we to wait for your "puppies" to arrive, then?" Even with her there, she meant; she'd never met any of them and had no idea if they were trustworthy, but if Okita said they were she'd believe him.

If Ayumu had no objections, then all that remained was to see Homura's reaction. He couldn't guarantee it would be a good one, but Okita was willing to take the fall for that. Besides, he needed her here for this. As he'd said before, he could identify large weapons, but from the sound of it, his knowledge wouldn't be as useful as hers. While her brother had been the main inspector for the Shinsengumi, she was still an invaluable member, one that worked quietly behind the scenes - and therefore knew a bit more than people realized. Even Okita hadn't been privy to every aspect of her real job despite his position as the Vice Commander's assistant.

Turning so he could better watch both ends of the hall, Okita nodded. She had her orders both for tonight and about Himura, and since she wasn't asking questions about it, he had to assume she had none. "Yes. Heiji-kun said he and Kudou-kun would be coming this way, and I said we'd meet them up here. I told them to hurry as 'I' have a second job to do, but how quickly they move is another issue." He hadn't mentioned he'd be bringing a second along, and for a very specific reason. The boys were good at keeping secrets, and this one? Had to be kept at all costs. "You might like them even, Ayumu-san. Heiji-kun is of the Hattori clan, and quite similar to a certain redhead we know."

Okita visibly relaxed as he spoke of the boys, though, and his smile widened, if not took over his entire face when he saw Ayumu handing him something. Not just something. Candy. Candy and an extra brownie! Forget being on duty, he had something to eat. Grinning wide, he reached out and took the napkin-wrapped present, putting the candies into his sleeve before breaking off a piece of the brownie and sticking it into his mouth. Oh, how he missed this! Even if chocolate was not a normal sweet back home, it was one he'd come to love since arriving here. "Oh, Ayumu-san! You really know how to take care of me, don't you?"

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Hopefully the pair truly would hurry, if they had something else to be doing that night. Best not to have a repeat of the night before, where they'd been delayed and forced into a detour that left the mission over before it even began. Whatever the mission was, which was something that had Ayumu quite curious by now. With all the secrecy involved, the hints of danger, and Okita needing someone that he trusted at his back - well, it should prove to be quite interesting indeed.

"Hattori?" she echoed, one brow quirking slightly in apparent interest. "Really. Dare I ask what year he's from?" Odd, how easily she could ask a question like that, as though people being from different periods of time was normal. The comparison to the "certain redhead," though, she ignored for the time being; she needed to stop dwelling on her weak points lest they become stronger still.

The reaction to her gift was essentially what she'd expected, and Ayumu smiled a little as she watched his obvious delight. "Someone has to," she replied, with a hint of amused teasing in her tone. "I think if I wasn't here to insist on it, you'd not eat at all. Or eat only your dessert." And perhaps tomorrow night she should think about a trip to the kitchens.

Bits of chocolate were clinging to his fingertips and he carefully licked them off before moving on to another piece. He couldn't let a single piece go to waste when it was his main form of nutrition nowadays. Not that one could consider sweets good for anyone's health, but Okita hardly cared for that sort of information. It was tasty and if it was tasty, then it had to be good for him. Breaking off another piece, he offered it to Ayumu and smiled. "Our future, far into it, even. He knows a great deal about us, which is why I originally got to know him, but he is quite skilled otherwise as well - thus his assignment to this task."

He noticed Ayumu's avoidance of talk about Tetsu and let it go at that. He sometimes forgot how much Tetsu reminded her of Susumu, of what Susumu might have been, if he hadn't tried so hard to throw himself into his work. Best to focus on the teasing and ignore the rest for now. Pretending to be offended, Okita turned his face away, tilting his chin up indignantly. "Eating my dessert is eating! And I had my dinner tonight, I'll have you know." A bit of it, at least.

"No, thank you. It's all yours." Ayumu shook her head slightly at the offer, still looking amused. Okita was always an interesting contrast, between the cheerful childlike demeanor and the "demon" within: those who had met him with sword in hand would likely never recognize him now as he relished the sweet she'd brought him.

That train of thought served to distract her from the mild pang inward at the talk of Hattori knowing "a great deal" about them from his vantage point in the future. What exactly did he know of what was to come? The passage in the book "Makoto" had brought flashed before her eyes, and she blinked once in involuntary reaction. Hopefully it was dark enough that Okita wouldn't notice the lapse, brief as it was, before her smile returned.

"You had your dinner, did you? And just how many bites of it did you have?" She rested a hand on one hip in mock impatience as she spoke; if he wanted to play, she was willing to play. It wasn't as though they'd been able to speak much at all since she'd arrived. "A couple, I'm sure, and then you rearranged it on your plate to make it look like you'd eaten more of it."

There was a flash of something that he thought he saw, even with the dark there. A brief pause that spoke of distraction, and he tilted his head to the side, peering into the dark. He couldn't see or hear anything coming yet, so perhaps it was something else? Ayumu was a bit better at perceiving incoming danger than he was, but something told him it wasn't anything around them that caught her attention. She'd been off since yesterday, the day of the visitors, and while Okita hadn't wanted to pry then, he had a chance now.

Well, later. Right now, he was trying to keep her spirits up, wasn't he? Popping the brownie into his mouth, he moved his head back the other way and let his ponytail drag over and off his shoulder. "Now that isn't fair at all! I ate more than just a couple! And you can't arrange food on a plate to make it look like you ate more." He grinned and brought another piece of chocolate to his lips, smirking at her over it. "It really doesn't work at all."

Ayumu chuckled quietly at that, dropping what little pretense she was making at annoyance and allowing her hands to rest at her sides again. As she did she absently brushed them across the hiding places of a couple of her weapons, reassuring herself that they were still in place and ready for use should the need arise. Even as they spoke she was still listening, still alert and ready in case they were joined by anyone - or anything - other than the two who should be arriving shortly.

"You would know, because I'm certain you've tried it." She shook her head once, not bothering to hide her small smile. "My "target" doesn't seem to like to eat, either. Though in him it seems like a chronic condition, judging from his build."

Laughing, Okita waved the remnants of his brownie at her before admitting, "Yes, but only once and I got such a scolding for it! I me--Ah!" A piece of the chocolate broke off and Okita fumbled, snatching his other hand out to catch it before it hit the ground. Unfortunately for him, he actually caught it, meaning his hands were covered in cakey chocolate bits. Or was that fortunate? "...aaaaaahn, now look what I did."

Nibbling at the pieces he could that were stuck to his hand, Okita shifted one foot back to get a better look at the entrance to the hall. Still nothing, but perhaps soon...? The swordsman laughed a bit at the jab directed at Lelouch and Okita nodded, nipping another piece off his glove. "Yes, from what glimpses I've had of him, he is a bit on a lean side, isn't he?" Or the almost dead side. How did a man like that stay standing? "I wonder if I could do that if I tried hard enough."

Was he going to play with his food or eat it? Or both, perhaps. Ayumu quirked one brow slightly as she watched him refuse to waste a single bit of the crumbs now clinging to his hands, but decided it best not to say anything. He certainly seemed to be enjoying himself at the moment, and far be it from her to interfere with that.

"Could do what, stop eating until you looked like a walking stick?" The other brow rose to join the first, and she affected a stern expression. "I wouldn't suggest you try it, unless you want me to start feeding you myself just to make sure you do eat." She'd feel a little more stern about it if it had been her cooking that he was neglecting, but still, he needed to keep himself healthy. It was part of her job to look after the men, after all, and even if he was the only one there there was no reason to neglect that.

She glanced briefly toward the hall from which they'd come, making certain she hadn't missed the sound of anyone approaching, then turned slightly more serious when she looked back at Okita again. "Speaking of, did you need a report while we have the chance? With the "changes" they spoke of this evening, I'm sure he'll be changing his methods soon."

Oh....he was going to get scolded. Okita ducked his head and tried to hide behind what was left of his treat, holding it up like it would block her stern gaze. If anyone was scary when they were mad, it was Ayumu. And Yamanami, but he rarely got mad so much as threatened to get mad. "Alright! Alright! It was just a joke! I promise!"

"Although, if it was your cooking, there wouldn't be a problem in the first place, hm?" Lowering the brownie, he laughed and checked the hall again. Still no sign of the boys. Remaining here much longer might draw something out of hiding, and so Okita was tempted to move on. He had promised though, to wait for the detectives, so he had no choice but to do so. The laughter faded and he tapped the edge of the chocolate confection against his bottom lip. They were late, or else Okita and Ayumu were exceptionally early. "Since we have the chance, yes. We'll watch the board tomorrow as well to see what they remove and what they allow."

"No, I suppose it wouldn't be." Especially since she so disliked wasting food, like when people tried to play with it and spread it around as though they had actually eaten something. Ayumu eyed him a moment longer before smiling again, apparently mollified by his insistence that it really was just a joke. (She'd still keep an eye on him at mealtimes, though. That wasn't about to change.)

The so-called puppies hadn't arrived yet, and every minute they spent waiting in the hall increased the chances that something else might. Not that any of the surrounding rooms were likely to be a place of refuge - it was her understanding that anywhere that wasn't the patient rooms was just as likely to contain some kind of creature at night, and they were quite far from there right now. Hopefully their luck would hold at least a little longer, since she'd no desire to arrive already injured for the night's mission.

"I imagine if the staff are reading the notes those who write them will have to encode their messages somehow," she observed. Not that it was likely to affect them, given that they already used code, and haiku should seem innocuous enough. They just had all the more reason to be secretive, now.

As for Lelouch, though - she frowned slightly for a moment, considering what information she'd already gathered on him. They likely didn't have the time for a full report at the moment, since they could (and hopefully would) be interrupted at any second, so she'd need to give a brief overview. "He's very intelligent and driven, focused on mental pursuits to the extent that he seems to neglect the physical. He eats little and doesn't appear physically active. He also acts aloof and standoffish, though he allows Yuffie to tease him extensively on the bulletin, and had a rather spectacular emotional explosion at breakfast.

"His associate Suzaku is also of interest, though..." She paused for a second, frown deepening before she continued. "He's far more open and friendly than Lelouch, but the way he thinks reminds me of a more military type. He could be useful, though again, he's associated himself with Yuffie." It was odd how Yuffie had ingratiated herself with the pair of them; she'd probably be able to provide some interesting information, if only she weren't so openly hostile.

"Two others from their world have arrived as well recently: one of them had apparently died before the point in time they are from, which has upset them both. The other I'm uncertain of, but he was the cause of the "explosion" I mentioned - Lelouch forgot himself sufficiently to end up being sedated by the staff."

That was a close one, he thought with some measure of relief, polishing off the last of the brownie. Ayumu seemed to be calming down at the idea that he was merely joking and he made a mental note to never try that method again where she could see him. Dusting his hands off, he restrained himself from going after the other candy she'd given him and focused on her report. The boys still weren't here and now, even Okita was getting antsy. "I'll pass you a note tomorrow if I can, with the most recent revisions. We may need to provide another code specifically for the History Club as well, if the staff decide to crack down as the Doctor warned."

Which still made no sense. Training and an admission of weakness, along with the warning. There was something larger at work here, bigger than anything they could probably imagine. If it wasn't the Head Doctor who had caused the past few nights of horror, then who? Jack? Jill? A third party?

Ayumu confirmed Suzaku's military background and Okita nodded, turning his attention to her report rather than his musings on the internal workings of the Institute. Lelouch was not a fighter, he had the ability to induce honesty, and he had military personnel backing him. Two others from his world were here now, one who was responsible for Lelouch losing his usual level-headedness. "Follow that one - the one who caused the explosion, but do not approach if possible. I want to know everything about him; his name and relation to Lelouch, and why it caused the boy to drop his facade. But if Lelouch or Yuffie catch wind of your movements, fade out and follow the other one. These may be his weak links, ones who may provide more information as to his real purpose."

If it brought Ayumu closer to Yuffie, that would be unfortunate, but then... Okita paused and frowned. Why was Yuffie getting close to them at all? He knew she was a free agent, but why them? Of all people? "Do you have descriptions of these people?"

A code for the History Club? It was entirely possible that it would be necessary, which would complicate matters immensely. Simply coordinating such things between individuals who'd never had to use such a thing before, some of whom might need to keep a written record of the meanings, could be quite difficult in and of itself. Ayumu was accustomed to filling in the blanks in cryptic messages, but she'd no idea of the specific capabilities of some of the other club members. That was definitely something she would have to remedy in the near future, and she made a mental note of it before moving on.

She nodded slightly in acknowledgment of Okita's orders, but before she could say anything in response she abruptly paused, holding up one hand. There was another approaching in the previous hallway, though she heard only the faint sounds of one voice, not two. As she listened, though, the unknown person stopped well before reaching them, and then came a sound that she assumed was them breaking in a door.

Likely one of the rescue parties, then, she assumed - it was supposed to be an experimentation night, and the door she had paused at earlier had been close to the one leading to that hallway. If she remembered the map correctly, at least, and she was quite certain that she did. But that still meant it wasn't one of the "puppies" they were waiting for, and she wondered just what could be delaying them.

As whoever it was moved on, though, she relaxed slightly and glanced back at Okita again. "The one who had died is a young woman, sixteen to seventeen years old, approximately 160 centimeters and slender build. Long pink hair and light-colored eyes. The other is newer, a young man likely the same age, 170 centimeters and very thin. Short brown hair. Lelouch accused him of killing someone named "Shirley" but the staff interrupted before the argument progressed too far.

"However, Okita-san, your friends seem to be delayed. Do we move on without them, or perhaps find out what has happened to them?"

When Ayumu held up one hand, Okita slid one foot back, his hand tightening on his sword. It seemed whoever it was that had alerted her senses moved on, however, since she soon relaxed again. Where were the boys? It was enough to make Okita worry, to wonder if something terrible hadn't befallen them, but then he knew that Heiji had a sword and he was trained in using it to a certain extent. Shinichi would be protected and Heiji would kill if he had to - which he did here, unfortunately.

He relaxed as Ayumu returned her attention to him and he nodded. A young pink haired girl and a boy with brown hair - a killer. "I want names by tomorrow evening. As much information as you can get on them." These would be the two new cats she mentioned that day, the ones circling about Lelouch and his friend, Suzaku. Although the brunette hardly seemed welcome in their group, he was still a part of them and had to be watched - especially if he was a killer.

As for the boys? "No. We move on. Take a look at the body and gather your weapons for the night before anyone else comes along. We've waited long enough." And good that he decided that because as he stepped forward to move down the hall, he heard footsteps approaching from behind - ones that didn't sound like Heiji's. "If they aren't here by the time we finish, we leave them a note and get to our mission. We can't afford to waste anymore time."

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Wait, this was the west end of the second floor, wasn't it? Then, based on what he remembered of the maps, the rooms where the sleep studies were held would be right...over there...

Falling silent, Bart slowed down a little, keeping close to Piper as they passed through the door and into the next hall, stopping in front of the locked door into the Decontamination Room. Not that he was seriously freaked out or anything; there wasn't anything actually happening right now to be scared of. He just wanted to stick close to somebody he knew, that was all. For safety reasons.

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Thankfully, the door was open, and Feldt could run right through with Setsuna. They wouldn't need to pause, in the case that the monster from earlier was still following them. She was breathing hard though from the running that they had been doing to get away from said monster, though.

They couldn't stop just yet. It probably wasn't safe to do so, since... they didn't exactly have a way of knowing where the monster would be coming from. Feldt didn't like that, considering that she usually knew a lot about what was going on with the various Celestial Being missions that had happened.

The light from his flashlight bounced against something to his left, effectively catching his attention. When he focused on it, he realized that it was a doorknob.

There was little time to think about it now; he quickly tested the knob and, realizing that it was broken, swung the door open and rushed inside. Once in, he slammed the door shut behind Feldt and finally stopped, taking deep breaths and attempting to steady his heartbeat.

Still, he knew they were not entirely safe.

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Okita left the room and stepped into the hall. For a moment, he paused by the door, regretting having to leave the boys like that, but knowing that they were short on time for their true mission for the night. He didn't know why, but something told him that time was passing. Perhaps it was the way the goosebumps stood up on his arms beneath the kimono sleeves. It felt like he'd been in that room a lot longer than he'd thought.

Blowing onto his hands, he tried to warm his fingers and then rubbed his arms to get the feeling back into them. His breath caught in his throat and he turned his head away, covering his mouth as he coughed lightly. Thankfully, nothing too bad, but it was starting. He remembered this.

Steeling himself, he moved forward again, heading off down the hall.

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There were other people moving around the area, though fortunately none currently in the hallway. That made things much easier for Ayumu, as she cautiously made her way back in the direction they'd already come, carefully holding her improvised bag of supplies lest the bits of metal click together and betray her presence.

Okita had moved on already, likely impatient to join the others. He shouldn't have gone far, though, so she merely continued down the hallway, careful to slip quietly through the door with its broken lock.

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As L entered the next hall, he swept the beam of the flashlight down to the end again -- nothing. He felt reasonably assured that it was safe to pass through, or at least as safe as it could be under the circumstances. He and Indy were now close to the last destination on their list; then it would just be a matter of getting back to their rooms. He could not explain how he had been taken back to his room, and healed, the previous night.

When he spoke again, there was a hint, for what might have been the first time since his arrival, of silky amusement in his tone. "What you said suggests two questions. The first is: has your treasure-hunting been successful? The other: what is the reason why anyone is brought here? Why do you think I might be here?" The amusement came from the idea that the imprisoned patients were needed for anything special; it contradicted his own idea that they were there primarily to be the subjects of childish control.

I have been thinking of myself, and I have been thinking in terms of imprisonment and enemies, which may still be accurate; for example, we do not know if there is a financial trail which we can follow. What kind of enemies does Dr. Jones have?

There is also the possibility of some kind of randomness... that would depend on the mechanism used to bring us here. But if we are brought here for a reason...? Then, what do they want with a detective? What would they have wanted with B, or with Yagami? Or with that man I met who thought he was a machine? It was puzzling, yet he found himself pleased that someone had inspired him to consider it seriously. He knew that if he hadn't thought of it himself within a day or two, he would eventually have felt more foolish than he already did.

It was easy to let the situation in the Institute completely overshadow what he had been doing before he was brought to it, completely overwhelm him, completely impose the identity of "rebellious patient" on him; to wipe away most of what he had been only a few days earlier. He could struggle, but there was a system of control in place which curtailed his activities to an uncomfortable degree and encouraged focus on the place itself, and struggling would be punished with setbacks and lost time. With relation to the Kira case, it seems unlikely that I will be able to accomplish anything useful while I am here. This is a distraction. Yet I cannot tell whether it will kill me on its own, contribute to Kira's ability to kill me, save my life but also make it impossible to complete my work on the case, or... are there other options?

He didn't yet have enough information to decide. Any attempt to reconcile the two situations presented an intellectual challenge: prioritizing either one over the other might lead to disaster. At best, he might be able to consider the case as being on hold, but that attitude would require frequent re-evaluation.

For the moment, it would be best to concentrate on the task at hand.

"Of course they're not supernatural." Indy had already entertained more than enough screwy discussions about magic and superpowers and interdimensional mumbo-jumbo for one day. "But I've seen some very real, very dangerous creatures in here--a giant ape, for one thing--and all the stories are hard to discount. Ever look at that 'monster list'? Even if the people compiling it are misunderstanding the origins of what they're seeing, there's a whole lot of testimony about things that don't care about flashlights." That "plague doctor" from one of his first nights here resurfaced uncomfortably in Indy's mind; he reminded himself firmly that it, too, must have a rational explanation. Future technology, maybe.

Where were all the good sidekicks in here, Indy wondered after Ryuuzaki's string of questions. He'd worked with plenty of people over the years who were good at what they did, and good at doing it with a minimum of sarcasm, argumentativeness, blatant stupidity, or, alternatively, too much intellectual curiosity for their own goods. Why did Landel's seem to attract only the handfuls to him?

He slowed to make eye contact with Ryuuzaki, eyebrows raised. "You tell me why you're here. It's hard to make an educated guess when all I have to go on is a fake name. Why don't you give me more to work with, and I'll come up with some ideas." This was pure bluffing on Indy's part; he didn't have any conclusive evidence that 'Ryuuzaki' wasn't the guy's real family name. But the bluff was useful for underscoring the point that he wasn't being leveled with here, and he knew it.

It also let him evade the question of how successful his treasure hunting had been. Indy still thought resorting to ancient Greek to discuss finds was a little much, but he also wasn't in the mood to give out his life story to someone who wasn't big on fair exchange.

The flashlight beam showed that the door at the end of the hall, which led directly into the morgue, had already been broken down. Indy kept going.

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The last time Grell had been down this hall, he'd been standing in that door right there, watching a bleeding Brainy bumble down the hallway. Grell might actually feel bad for the boy if he hadn't been such an absolute git about the whole thing. Instead, the death god smiled a little wider as the memory of the boy fleeing in pain and tears. How he missed feeling like a predator.

"Just a bit further now..." he called back, heading into the next room. He didn't much care now if the others were keeping up, although Asch seemed to be doing a good job. He needed those blades. He could hear them calling out to him - figuratively speaking of course. Even with the chainsaw at his side, it was nice to have a bit of...insurance as one might call it. Especially since the chainsaw seemed to be running a bit low on fuel.

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