Night 57: Break Room (Med Wing)
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Kratos pushed past the open door, flashlight beam darting around the room to check for anything unusual. In his mind, he was already mapping it out: the room to the direct right of the entrance. It looked innocuous enough; there was nothing in here besides some furniture and the generic trappings of the average lounge.
He stepped aside to let the rest of his team enter the room before walking down the length of the room and cautiously edging into the small room at the back. Again, nothing out of the ordinary; the smaller room was in fact a miniature kitchen, fully stocked by the looks of it. He lingered on one of the strange machines sitting on the counter that had some liquid in it; a quick sniff told him that it was coffee- or, at least, it smelled exactly like coffee. He could always taste to check, but that carried more danger than was necessary.
"It seems there's nothing to see here unless you want to catch up on a periodical," Kratos said, careful to keep his voice quiet as he swept his light over the rack of magazines standing against the left wall. "The adjoining room is a kitchen, but no doors leading out that way; we've hit a dead end."
Kratos pushed past the open door, flashlight beam darting around the room to check for anything unusual. In his mind, he was already mapping it out: the room to the direct right of the entrance. It looked innocuous enough; there was nothing in here besides some furniture and the generic trappings of the average lounge.
He stepped aside to let the rest of his team enter the room before walking down the length of the room and cautiously edging into the small room at the back. Again, nothing out of the ordinary; the smaller room was in fact a miniature kitchen, fully stocked by the looks of it. He lingered on one of the strange machines sitting on the counter that had some liquid in it; a quick sniff told him that it was coffee- or, at least, it smelled exactly like coffee. He could always taste to check, but that carried more danger than was necessary.
"It seems there's nothing to see here unless you want to catch up on a periodical," Kratos said, careful to keep his voice quiet as he swept his light over the rack of magazines standing against the left wall. "The adjoining room is a kitchen, but no doors leading out that way; we've hit a dead end."