Night 55, Main Hallway 2-West
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No one else was up here yet, at least not in sight. The hall off to his left still seemed almost to pulse with the unnatural quiet, as if it were a dark blot on Mello's mental map of the place. He didn't so much as swing the flashlight beam towards it; he turned quickly away, heading for the closet where he'd got his pipe. It seemed so long ago. He was back to not being properly armed. His gun had only had two rounds, yes, but it had felt damn good to have even those.
"I didn't get any of my shit back tonight," he said, glancing back at Mordio. "When did your ring show up again?"
His flashlight would do for now, as it had done other nights. What he was interested in were the chemicals he'd noticed in that storage area, and those other doors off that hallway. He knew by now that an explosion alone wouldn't suffice for the purposes of escaping, but if--when; the slip was irritatingly automatic, but his correction just as much so--he discovered the nerve center of the Institute, the place he assumed had to exist, where the person currently in charge monitored and controlled all the nighttime idiocy, he definitely wanted brute force as an option.
No one else was up here yet, at least not in sight. The hall off to his left still seemed almost to pulse with the unnatural quiet, as if it were a dark blot on Mello's mental map of the place. He didn't so much as swing the flashlight beam towards it; he turned quickly away, heading for the closet where he'd got his pipe. It seemed so long ago. He was back to not being properly armed. His gun had only had two rounds, yes, but it had felt damn good to have even those.
"I didn't get any of my shit back tonight," he said, glancing back at Mordio. "When did your ring show up again?"
His flashlight would do for now, as it had done other nights. What he was interested in were the chemicals he'd noticed in that storage area, and those other doors off that hallway. He knew by now that an explosion alone wouldn't suffice for the purposes of escaping, but if--when; the slip was irritatingly automatic, but his correction just as much so--he discovered the nerve center of the Institute, the place he assumed had to exist, where the person currently in charge monitored and controlled all the nighttime idiocy, he definitely wanted brute force as an option.