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NIGHT 59: M01-M10 HALLWAY
Code Red. Initiate-The sudden sensation hit Riku hard. Just as he stood up to grab his sword in preparation, the power overwhelmed him and made his knees buckle fast. What was happening? It wasn't right. The feeling of this place had never been this intense before, and the stinging in his leg was still there. That feeling wasn't one he was
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Code Red? He'd seen enough movies and booked it past enough alarms on gigs that he figured now was a good a time as any to get his ass moving. His roomie apparently had the same idea, the guy bolting out before Dean could even shove off the bed and y'know what, hey, who could blame him? Dean darted about the room, collecting his stuff and checking the bowie knife in its sheath just like the night before (and the night before that. And Christ, he was already missing the grenades). He would've thought he could get used to being this naked.
Dean poked his head out into the hall. That was...pink. No, really: pink. Bordering on Barbie pink. Not exactly cluing him into anything.
He listened, head canted to the side. Sounded like a lot of people were taking their chances, more so than before, and he figured he had no problems being in that boat too. Dean rubbed at his ears, swore they were still ringing because of course alarms had to be friggen ear-splitting, and glanced up and down the hall, squinting. A few seconds later the alarm stopped. Dean could feel the fine hairs on the back of his neck starting to rise. Oh, so it was gonna be one of those silences. The one where you thought it was far too damn silent for its own good and something was prepping to jump you from behind? Yeah, it was one of those. Nice to start his night with some paranoia. Screw the apple a day - he’d rather use his time checking over his shoulder. It’d gotten him this far.
Dean clicked on his flashlight before heading down the hall. Sam. No matter what was going on with Sam, Dean refused to see how far he could get without finding out where his brother was. The kid probably came to the same conclusion. Or at least he thought he did. Sammy was hard to read these days and it wasn’t totally outta the question that maybe he’d read him wrong.
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