Night 59: Medical Wing Hall

[its_the_mileage]

[from here]Indy got past the junction and paused a minute, listening for anything else that sounded hungry. The scratching sounds from behind them seemed to have been silenced--for now. There was nothing dead around here, although parts of his shoes were still leaving faint tracks of blood on the floor. There were a bunch of doors up ahead to their

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[unheroed]

Right, the gas. Well, Harvey didn't have much interest in going anywhere that might have a trap like that waiting for them. Once had been more than enough. He was guessing that Jones had originally gone there to see if his file had listed anything about his death, but it seemed that the man had either gotten the information he needed or wasn't interested in finding out anymore. Harvey wasn't that inclined to question it.

Instead, he followed after the other man, pausing when he realized that they were passing some operating rooms. It was true that a hospital setting that was this overt (the rest of this building wasn't, seeing how most of it was made up of pointless activity rooms) brought back some unwanted memories. Luckily, this layout hardly resembled Gotham General, especially since it was pitch black.

His memories of the time post-accident were pretty hazy, so he couldn't even be sure if he'd ever been in an O.R. Probably not, considering the state of his wound and how untreated it appeared to be, but he couldn't say for sure. Still, Gotham General had a burn ward, so that was probably a whole different protocol.

That wasn't really something he wanted to think much about, though, and so he focused on the present. It just so happened that Jones wanted to take a closer look, which Harvey couldn't exactly protest. "All right, sure," he said, stepping forward as he reminded himself that he was the muscle for the night. That was a laugh.

"Let's hope the sound doesn't alert anything." The last thing he wanted was another race to get through a door. Still, it couldn't be helped and so he wound up like a baseball player and took a shot at the lock.

[its_the_mileage]

As Dent went for the lock, Indy turned back toward the hallway to make sure nothing was coming. No other voices, that was for sure, but he thought he could hear other sounds in the distance--scrabbling noises, like rat footsteps. (Or insects? Who knew?) Getting closer? It was hard to tell from here. Indy shot a quick glance back to check Dent's progress.

"Easier said then done," he half-muttered. It was easy to get paranoid, too, wondering if he was actually hearing things or if it was just the pain (or the painkillers, for that matter) talking. Maybe he should've brought the radio, now that he thought of it--they hadn't heard anything from the intercom yet, despite everything that was supposed to be going on tonight. Maybe the staff were too busy dealing with it to make announcements about it.

"Surprised we haven't seen any guards, actually. Earlier it sounded like they were going to be out." Then again, maybe they were and this just wasn't where the action was happening.

[unheroed]

It seemed like most of these locks could withstand two hits from his metal pipe with the amount of strength that he was able to apply to it. Harvey realized that it could have been worse, that someone smaller or with a weapon not so suited for this would have probably had to bang against it several more times, and yet it was still annoying. Especially when they were jumping at every sound now.

He was just going to concentrate and not panic. That was almost always the best way to deal with these things.

"The way I figure, with some of the stuff we saw back there, you and I are the least of their worries." They were well-armed, sure, but they didn't have some of those powers that could apparently tear a monster apart with hardly any effort. They were hardly a threat, which was frustrating in its own way.

Still, might as well take advantage of it. Harvey went in for another strike with the pipe and let out a sigh when he heard the lock break apart under the metal. "All right, come on." At least this time he didn't have to drag Jones with him.

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