Nightshift 45: M11-M20 Hallway

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Oh, so this was the hall he needed to be in. At least, he was pretty sure it was the right place. If he remembered right, the man on the bulletin board talking about Search and Rescue, his name was Phillip Hunt. If there were only two people in a room, though, it shouldn't be too hard finding him.

Allen shone the flashlight up on the wall, following the numbers. M14, where was M14...

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If he had to be on patrol, this was a good night for it. Maybe for the first time since he got here, Indy was both uninjured and, if not actually well-armed, at least approaching it. Once dressed, he tucked a scalpel into his jacket pocket, coiled the whip over his shoulder (he really needed to come up with a belt hook) and picked up both the flashlight and the metal pipe. Might not be enough to beat back King Kong, but it should be enough to convince any wayward patients to stay inside for the night.

Indy set off.

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