Night 57: M11-M20 Hallway
Easing into his work shirt and jacket was less painful than it'd been last night. It still didn't feel good. Indy went back to the box, coiled his makeshift whip over his right shoulder and tucked the holstered brush axe through one of his belt loops. That and the shield were all the gear he planned to take. He doubted he'd be making too many notes in the journal tonight even if he brought it; there'd be time to write about whatever he saw tomorrow. Assuming they didn't all get themselves killed by whatever death trap Landel had planned next.
You had to admit, Aguilar almost had a point.
At least the first leg of the trip would be a short one. Indy picked up his hat, brushed it off with a few practiced swipes, and settled it on his head. He'd better get a move on so they'd have as much of the night to work with as possible. With a familiar mix of excitement and trepidation, Indy made for the door.
He had a bad feeling about this.
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You had to admit, Aguilar almost had a point.
At least the first leg of the trip would be a short one. Indy picked up his hat, brushed it off with a few practiced swipes, and settled it on his head. He'd better get a move on so they'd have as much of the night to work with as possible. With a familiar mix of excitement and trepidation, Indy made for the door.
He had a bad feeling about this.
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