Nightshift 25; F8
As much as Envy positively itched to join in on the fights he passed by, he kept his flashlight switched off and crept past, on the now familiar trek to Lyta's room. If something didn't happen tonight, heads were going to roll.
Well, they would either way. But he was going to be a lot less pleased during the process.
The radio sounded and Envy gave mild consideration to what was said. There was probably a morgue with some kind of surgical equipment... that was what he seemed to be referring to. Useless to him, anyhow; he didn't have a clue where to find such a thing. For now, he wasn't going to squander what little leverage he had in Lyta's alliance. They were going to get this damned pond thing done once and for all.
Surprisingly early and unscathed, Envy rapped on Lyta's door. He was going to finish things tonight if it killed him.
Well, they would either way. But he was going to be a lot less pleased during the process.
The radio sounded and Envy gave mild consideration to what was said. There was probably a morgue with some kind of surgical equipment... that was what he seemed to be referring to. Useless to him, anyhow; he didn't have a clue where to find such a thing. For now, he wasn't going to squander what little leverage he had in Lyta's alliance. They were going to get this damned pond thing done once and for all.
Surprisingly early and unscathed, Envy rapped on Lyta's door. He was going to finish things tonight if it killed him.