Nightshift 22: 2nd floor, top of stairs by the medical reference library

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"I'll take your word for it," Jack said. "All I ate was the cake." And as cake went, it had been pretty good, he had to admit.

And then they were at the top of the stairs. He hugged the inside wall for a moment, before slowly easing out into the new hallway, listening for anything untoward.

So far, so good.

"Looks like we have three choices," he said quietly over his shoulder. "Left, right, or straight."

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So far, so good. Jack swept the light across the floor, then up to the ceiling, just to make sure. He was decidedly pleased by the lack of living giant spiders. The dead one was a mess in the center of the hall. A stinking mess. He was glad that he'd always had a strong stomach. And glad that they'd apparently missed whatever had done that one in.

He hesitated for a moment, but there was no guarantee that they'd have any better luck if they switched to another hall. They might as well finish checking this one out first.

Keeping his steps even - and ready to flee back to the proven safety of the library if something else reared its ugly head - he started up the hall.

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Gin was only a little surprised to see the Spider's corpse lying in the hall. He wasn't sure if he should be thankful for whatever person had killed it, or worried that they might be its next target. Gin followed behind, watching their backs and offering an occasional glance over his shoulder. He didn't see anything coming just yet or hear any nasty noises. It would be a lot easier to feel safe in this place with some kind of weapon in hand that wasn't just a pointed stick. He hated the lack of control and the weakness he felt.

He kept his voice low, "Looks like we're not th' only visitors sneakin' about. Maybe there's somethin' up here worth findin' afterall."

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"We can hope," Jack muttered. He continued up the hallway, one careful, patient step at a time. There was another door. He once again signalled to Gin to position himself, then cautiously tried the handle. This one was unlocked. He opened it slowly and as silently as he could, peering in at... a bathroom.

"Huh." He shut the door, just as quietly. "I guess even the prison guards have to pee some time."

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A bathroom. Well, they couldn't all be gems. One would think they'd mark something like that on the door though. "Ara, I'm tempted t' believe they're just a lil' bit human. 'less those're for us. 'Nother ones of those contradictions, yeah?"

It was annoying to progress so slowly only to find a bunch of useless books and a bathroom. At least he was getting used to the area. Gin made a mental note of the layout thus far. If nothing else, he was certainly good at remembering information in a pinch.

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"Well, every species has their bastards," Jack said.

Down the hall a few more steps, and another door. He had a guess about this one, and it proved right. Another bathroom. "Isn't this exciting..." he murmured.

There were no more doors on the sides of the hallway. But at the end, there was one. He opened it with caution, to reveal... a patio.

At least it was a nice night out.

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Jumping to here. (http://community.livejournal.com/landels_damned/84199.html)