Night 52: F1-F10 Hallway

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Tifa wasn't sure what to make of the strange promise heard over the intercom. The only conclusion she could come up with was that perhaps this would be another wild goose chase, running into one door, but coming out in a completely different room, time, or world. The first time had been exhausting and fruitless enough, she didn't really want to go through the ringer a second time. There was nothing she could do about it on her own, so she got up and tore through her closet for her ice materia and the knife she had borrowed from Yuffie. The former she tucked into her bra as usual so her left had could easily hold the flashlight.

She wished her roommate good luck and hoped that she returned from the night unscathed, or at least in one piece. Tifa would have offered to take Lightning with her, but it probably wasn't a good idea, not where they were going. The door was opened as quietly as possible and her yellow light was quickly flashed down both directions of the hall. Now that the coast was clear, she left the room just as silently down the hallway where it connected with another.

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Tonight would be a good night, Taura had decided. Sure, there was something to be said for what could be called winning hand-to-hand combat with an unarmed city train, or at least a fair draw, but it didn't get anywhere. Despite the, well, train part. Taura could take care of herself, but not everyone could, and the Institute didn't hesitate to put civilians on the front lines. Whatever Mr. von Karma needed her for, it must be serious; he wouldn't sacrifice his pride for a mere trifle.

He'd been disappointed with their findings the last time, but that hadn't been her fault; they'd had to do some quick reconfiguring, but they'd made it to their destination intact. Her hand had half-closed to knock on the wood -- real wood, not textured plastic -- she opened it and set it face down. We make our own luck. Superstitious nonsense was a quick way to get themselves killed; the previous mission's success neither insured nor damned this one.

Still, it never hurt to give fate a hand. She extracted her gear from the closet, and checked it -- all cleaned and ready, even if she wasn't sure she'd been the one to do it. The claws went in the carryall that had been the one big win of her last trip with von Karma; the throwing star she just carried. The flashlight would go in the bag as well. She could see well enough without it for now, and they might need the batteries later. There was a nasty thought -- there wasn't any charge indicator on them. She held one up, and then tossed in the spares. Much brighter.

Taura gave her roommate's untouched dinner one last affectionate/greedy glance, and then she was out the door.

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