Night 58: M31-M40 Hallway

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For some reason, the way that lights out came about was downright unsettling. He was used to a voice coming on to acknowledge that the day was over. Of course, his memories of this time of the day were all pretty fuzzy, seeing how it was right around now -- after dark -- that it all got really strange. In the day he could at least understand that

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M40

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Quiet start to the night. Extra quiet for Gant. His roommate, Dexter, was gone throughout all of dinner. And his box was missing. That only meant one thing. The man was out of the institute. Good for him. Maybe he'd escaped, or maybe he now believed himself to be whatever his fake identity was. Either way, he was safe. Better that than dead.

Of course it was possible he had died, but Gant doubted anyone really got that severely injured here. He hadn't heard of any deaths anyway. And really, it didn't seem to be the institute's aim to weed them out that way. No, the mentally hardy were the ones who remained on top here. It just went to show that Dex wasn't cut out for this kind of thing. As it was, Gant was happy to not have to deal with another person talking with him. He could swear that all he heard today was threats. And he was starting to suspect it wasn't natural, especially after hearing things like that even from Lana. In fact, he knew she wouldn't say those things. She wasn't the threatening type, especially if she didn't have the muscle to back it up. And here, she didn't. Maybe that drug had affected him in some way, after all.

But speaking of the drug test, Gant was eager to check out what sort of goodies the institute had left him for so kindly obliging them in their medical experiment. To his utter delight, a pistol was in his box! It was like Christmas, only without the bright colored wrapping. Only a small ammunition of ten bullets, however. Pitiful for a magazine, but oh well. That would have to do, and certainly he would manage to find more bullets later. In Doyelton, if not in the institute.

Dressing for success in his beloved orange suit, and taking the gun along with the rest of his usual nightly instruments, the chief headed out the door to meet with Mike at the designated place.

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