Night 56: M111-120 Hallway
The promised intercom address never came. The military really wasn't obligated to tell them, the lab rats, anything anyway, so it wasn't like he was surprised. It made sense for them to be making use of that power, plus it left all of the delicious, gory details up to their poor, overworked imaginations. Niikura personally couldn't imagine anything worse than having his brain messed with, and that had already happened, so been there, done that. Whatever came his way, he'd deal with it the same way he always did: with everything he had at his disposal.
And hopefully, if things went his way (as they rarely did), he'd have something more to hit unwanted "guests" and "friends" with at the end of tonight. A bat: now there was something he could wrap his hands around. It also had some staying power, unlike his current weapon of necessity. The flashlight was looking a little battered the last time he'd inspected it; it probably had only one or two fights left in it before it got ruined irreparably. That was something he wanted to avoid, especially since the flashlight was good for things other than hitting furry creatures out of the air.
With a grim smile, the teen collected his flashlight and a few pens as per usual and then checked his journal quickly to make sure he had the right route out to the field before exiting the room. If Phoenix's tip turned out to be a dud, he was never going near that shed again, no matter what anyone said.
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And hopefully, if things went his way (as they rarely did), he'd have something more to hit unwanted "guests" and "friends" with at the end of tonight. A bat: now there was something he could wrap his hands around. It also had some staying power, unlike his current weapon of necessity. The flashlight was looking a little battered the last time he'd inspected it; it probably had only one or two fights left in it before it got ruined irreparably. That was something he wanted to avoid, especially since the flashlight was good for things other than hitting furry creatures out of the air.
With a grim smile, the teen collected his flashlight and a few pens as per usual and then checked his journal quickly to make sure he had the right route out to the field before exiting the room. If Phoenix's tip turned out to be a dud, he was never going near that shed again, no matter what anyone said.
[to here]