Night 47: West Wing, North Hall 2-B

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"And just out of curiosity, what sort of evidence are you referring to?" Recluse asked S.T., making for the door to the decontamination room. Rather than remove the bolts, he gave himself a little space, and with one hard kick broke the door open. With such meager strength it required a certain amount of concentration to manage without causing injury to himself--normally an unthinkable situation--but he managed it with only a minimum of discomfort that he could easily hide.

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The woman's words continued to irritate him. "Do you consider it efficient to argue every words I speak, then?" he countered as he continued walking down the corridor.

There were two doors in this area; one nearby and one further up ahead. He had taken the first door the last time, yet hadn't gone much further beyond. He might as well take the one further ahead in the hallway this time and see what was located there, so he continued walking down the corridor.

"I am Yakushiji Tenzen," he eventually answered. "And what might yours be?"

Reaching the door in question, he noticed it to be locked. However, a simple locked door would hardly stop one of the Ten Chosen Iga, especially if the lock appeared as weak as it did. Though not the most stealthy manner (he could if he wanted, but entering the next area undetected was hardly of any relevance), the door opened quickly with the use of the axe he carried.

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