Nightshift 23: M11-M20 Hall

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Gin sat quietly on the edge his bed, hands folded in his lap as the doors unlocked.  The knives were still beneath his pillow, where he'd stuffed them before Naoe came in for dinner.  He'd prefer the man didn't know he had them, but if Ran arrived before Naoe left, well, it wasn't that important.

He still didn't know if she was going to show up at all.  He'd wait a few minutes, check and see if her spirit thread was getting any closer, if not... there were plenty of other things he could do tonight.  Jack was reliable if nothing else and wouldn't be too difficult to find.  The disembodied voice of the announcer was right though.  It was possible, terribly likely in fact, that he was not on the grounds.  That he was somewhere else entirely.  It would help if he knew a little more about how their announcement system worked.  Obviously the Head Doctor wasn't the only one who could use it. 

Regardless, he had to focus his thoughts on the here and now and then proceed forward.  He sat patiently,  for now at least, waiting for his visitor.

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Since Javert had grabbed for his own flashlight and radio, Mal didn't see much point in taking them as well. They only needed one set, right? Besides, he'd rather just have the bat instead of trying to juggle it around with a few other items.

"Yeah, I know which one he means." Thus far, he'd always bypassed the stairs and made straight for the women's halls. It was definitely going to be nice to be doing something different.

Hopefully, the plan would go smoothly.

"You all right with flashlight duty? I'll do the head-bashing." He couldn't help smiling down at the bat in his hand. Yes, it was a bit primitive, but since when had he been dignified?

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Javert snorted in amusement. That was one way of putting it. "I don't mind."

He did wonder where Mal had obtained the - large metal object. It seemed a bit like an overlarge truncheon; the former inspector had no doubt it would function nicely as a weapon.

Javert barely glanced down as the radio crackled to life; he understood little of what it said, so it probably didn't concern him. He did remember seeing a chapel on the second floor of someone's map in the Sun Room, but decided not to worry about it. There were other things to do tonight.

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