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Nightshift 44: Equipment/Chemical Storage
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Bart needed no encouragement to follow Scourge into the chemical storage closet. He'd already known that Landel's was a freakishly creepy place from personal experience, but that didn't make the things they'd just heard any less creepy. What were they doing to those poor animals...? And did he really want to know?
Still holding Piper's flashlight, he panned the beam over the shelves full of chemicals, wondering where they were supposed to start. And speaking of starting..."Did anyone remember to bring a pillow case?" he asked, the strain showing in his voice despite himself. It wasn't right for a superhero to get freaked out, but...Bart would really rather get out of here, if it was all the same!
Bart needed no encouragement to follow Scourge into the chemical storage closet. He'd already known that Landel's was a freakishly creepy place from personal experience, but that didn't make the things they'd just heard any less creepy. What were they doing to those poor animals...? And did he really want to know?
Still holding Piper's flashlight, he panned the beam over the shelves full of chemicals, wondering where they were supposed to start. And speaking of starting..."Did anyone remember to bring a pillow case?" he asked, the strain showing in his voice despite himself. It wasn't right for a superhero to get freaked out, but...Bart would really rather get out of here, if it was all the same!
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What he could recall of the room however, was that there had been more doors. Fresh outside storage, they'd be to his...right?
"Scourge..." Hartley called back quietly. "You've been here before." The outlines of the doors were faint to him, but slowly strengthened the longer he watched them. "--where do these go?" he asked as he gestured over.
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