damned_institute | Nightshift 49: 2nd Floor

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Russia had expected some kind of storage room. Rows of shelves, lockers maybe. Boxes even. But if he was to take away any important lesson from the people he'd met today, it was that all of them, each and every one, was disappointing. There was nothing but an empty table and several surrounding chairs. It rather reminded him of some of the meetings he'd had with the other Allied Powers during the second world war, cramped in that little room and forced to listen to America's inane ramblings.

He turned back to his traveling companion, offering a condescending smile. How difficult could it be to know the layout of this facility? Did the sergeant take him for a fool maybe? Just to make his point, he upended a few chairs on the pretense of looking for his belongings.

"No, I really don't think they're here," he said with a bright smile as the chairs clattered to the floor. "You don't think you might've gotten the room wrong, do you Sergeant? I didn't think Germany's troops would've gotten so sloppy. But I'm sure it's just a simple mistake."

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622 walked into the room, stopping dead in his tracks, looking distinctly confused. "No sir, I memorized every part of the map." He turned his glow rod to look at the furniture. A conference room? He closed his eyes, calling up the map he'd memorized, along with the notes that had been written all over them on the bulletin. "...This is a room over on the west side of the Sun Room balcony. We went to the North-East. This makes no--" The door suddenly slammed shut behind him, making him turn in a flash, sword drawn.

Nothing. "Something even more insane than usual is happening tonight." That was really all he could say.

If Ivan ran into one more insane person, he was going to have to take up using the patients for target practice. Surely, it was someone else's fault that the room had turned into a different one. It was as though he was talking to England and his fairytale magic. He was disinclined to listen in the slightest until he heard the door slam shut behind them.

While Russia might not be incredibly bright at times, he was a good judge of a person's character, their weaknesses, and most certainly, when they were and weren't lying to him.

The sergeant actually seemed just as dumbfounded by the event as he was.

Ivan sniffed, raising an eyebrow as he glanced about the room. There'd been no ambush. So why trap them here? He shook his head.

"I'll have to take you at your word," he replied, purple eyes glancing over the shadows of the room with scrutiny.

622 turned his attention back to the rest of the room, checking all of the corners with the light of his glow rod before moving out across it, searching the area. Why were they here of all places? "It doesn't do anything to demonstrate my sanity, I know that." He wasn't going to do much more than state the fact, trying to convince someone at this point would just be counterproductive.

He started searching the room carefully, so far finding nothing. "It doesn't seem like we'll be able to get to the target room tonight." He just hoped the door would lead back to where they were before when they opened it again.

While he didn't understand how it could happen, unless they'd stumbled on a secret passage, and that was just silly. Which meant that if the sergeant's sense of direction was trustworthy even in the smallest degree, something very strange was going on after all. He would have to find out how this place worked, if only so he could try it again at home. He could think of no easier way to both confuse and thoroughly irritate his enemies than to misdirect them like this.

"The night is barely begun Sergeant, we still have a chance," he smiled, a bit less strained than before as he followed the man back toward the door. Unfortunately, unless he wanted to carry a large chair around, there wasn't much he could use to threaten, bludgeon, or otherwise intimidate his foes.

"I suppose so, sir." Still, he wasn't feeling all that confident when he reached for the door handle this time. He had his sword drawn, keeping behind the cover of the door to fend off any ambush that might be waiting for them on the other side.

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Nightshift 49: 2nd Floor - Meeting Room 2

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