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Nightshift 25: Morgue
[From here]
To this very moment, Xemnas' investigation of the building had gone quite well, without even the slightest interruption or delay. Luck appeared to be on his side for tonight, yet how long would it last?
The first thing he noticed when he opened the - surprisingly unlocked - door was the chill coming from the area laying beyond. He carefully took a step into the new room, closing the door quietly behind him as he swept the beam of light over the room, his gaze taking in the new surroundings.
On the far side stood a couple of tables, on these were a couple of sheets, but for now the Superior wasn't interested in them. Large units were lined up on the wall, reaching from floor to ceiling. These units were large enough to contain a body, a corpse, and considering the temperature of this room it seemed highly possible that such was the purpose of these units.
'Where the dead wait.'
The Nobody had stumbled upon the morgue by mere coincidence, but whether it was a fortunate one had yet to be proved. Grasping the knife tighter into his hand, he wondered....
Was this the very location the man of the radio had meant?
To this very moment, Xemnas' investigation of the building had gone quite well, without even the slightest interruption or delay. Luck appeared to be on his side for tonight, yet how long would it last?
The first thing he noticed when he opened the - surprisingly unlocked - door was the chill coming from the area laying beyond. He carefully took a step into the new room, closing the door quietly behind him as he swept the beam of light over the room, his gaze taking in the new surroundings.
On the far side stood a couple of tables, on these were a couple of sheets, but for now the Superior wasn't interested in them. Large units were lined up on the wall, reaching from floor to ceiling. These units were large enough to contain a body, a corpse, and considering the temperature of this room it seemed highly possible that such was the purpose of these units.
'Where the dead wait.'
The Nobody had stumbled upon the morgue by mere coincidence, but whether it was a fortunate one had yet to be proved. Grasping the knife tighter into his hand, he wondered....
Was this the very location the man of the radio had meant?