Nightshift 46: Experimental Treatments Laboratory

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The door only opened up a little bit, enough for Harley to stick her arm and head in. She swept her flashlight around the room quickly. No jerk doctors hanging around. No signs that the room with the animals had been busted out by a rampaging mutant bear. Not much to indicate the room had been used at all, actually. That was evidently enough to declare it 100% safe in her book.

"Wheeee!!" she sang out happily and bounded into the room despite her supposed 'call to caution' only moments ago. Apparently, there was a time limit for maintaining such attitudes. Harley threw her hands in the air excitedly declaring the start of a game. Or something like that. Actually, it was difficult to tell how serious she was being, even for herself. "Come on, Eddie! Last one done's a rotten egg!"

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[girlsandgadgets]

"I suppose I'll be losing this game, then," Edgar commented as he stepped into the room after Harley, smiling in spite of the danger that was possibly lurking around every corner. He had to admit, her energy was contagious. Her spunk reminded him of Relm, except that she was old enough to be considered his type.

He did his own check of the room with his flashlight, his light landing on a cabinet against the wall. As he started for it, he called to his companion: "Are you looking for anything in particular? I'd like to keep my eyes open for you."

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Oh, bloody hell. Just as he'd hoped wouldn't happen, there were people in this room. Shutting his eyes, Grell drained the power from them, cutting off the dull glow that usually allowed him to see in the dark. These two seemed to be running about, using their torches, and generally searching for something, but Grell wasn't about to take a chance. Not when he had a chainsaw over his shoulder and every possibility of getting caught where he didn't need to be.

Shrinking back into the shadows, he waited to see what the other two would do before he started moving - silently as possible - toward the equipment closet where he'd found the scalpels before. As he did so, Grell lowered the chainsaw until it was hidden behind his back by his coat. At least then he wouldn't look like an outright threat when he didn't mean to be one.

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Edging along the room, Grell finally made it to the door he needed. The others didn't seem to have noticed him yet, but they were definitely going to in a moment. Bringing the chainsaw around, Grell gripped the handle on each side in both hands and raised it over the door handle. He hated being so boorish, but he needed to get this door open and this was the only way he could think up.

With all the force he could muster, the god brought the chainsaw's handle down on the knob. The two metals banged against each other, the door handle denting under the weight of the chainsaw, and Grell raised the weapon again. He crashed it down onto the lock again and the handle itself came off, clattering across the ground away from him. Without another moment's hesitation, the death god pushed the door open and slipped inside.

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