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damned_institute2010-02-17 04:25 pm
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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.
"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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Inelegant. She couldn't have been awake more than an hour or so, and she was already gaging a break-in from the viewpoint of a criminal. Hmm. Maybe that was all Mr. Dent had meant by former -- fear changed people. Took them and turned them inside out and made it impossible to go back, only forwards.
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