Night 54: M61-M70 Hallway
While Guy's conversation with Okita had been both interesting and enlightening in a number of ways, the man also knew that all of their talk was only that until they saw for themselves how this new management operated. There was a lot that could change now that they had soldiers, sergeants, officers, and even a general deciding their fate. He got
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Not that Kirk was too surprised at this turn of events, considering the spectacle they were treated to in the Sun Room, but he hadn't counted on it happening so quickly. Just this morning, he'd been musing over the possibility of trading one sadistic warden for another, but it hadn't really occurred to him that Head Doctor could be so easily displaced. It should've. Landel had warned them, after all.
Pardon him if Kirk wasn't exactly overflowing with sympathy for the man. Knowing what the bastard looked like simply guaranteed he'd know which face to punch if they met again in less risky circumstances. Had Landel been "softer" on them? Maybe. At least the nurses hadn't carried firepower or used brute force against unarmed prisoners. Were their new overlords any less fond of random experimentation and vague threats over the intercom? Apparently not. Project 2911. Kirk filed the number away for later - probably not much later, considering how these things went. At least he wasn't tripping over his own feet anymore.
Kirk finished adjusting his uniform, and collected the usual supplies, his fingers lingering a moment over the cover of his journal. He'd planned on passing his captain's logs over to Uhura during fourth shift, but the Head Doctor's unexpected appearance had put it out of mind. Damn. At least Uhura had a map, if she was planning on heading out tonight. Hopefully not alone. Kirk worried a moment over whether or not he should've ordered her to come along, but... history had shown that travelling in large groups wasn't a good idea. Besides, he suspected that whatever was going on between Bones and Spock, finding out would go better if it was just him.
He dropped the journal into the drawer of his desk, and instead placed two brand new scalpels on the tabletop. The rest was up to Zevran. Kirk picked up his aluminium bat, and headed out.
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