Nightshift 29: M81-M90 Hallway

[not_rly_fai]

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At least it wasn't far to Keman's.  He knocked on the door a couple of times then waited for a response.  Yes, it would be much better to spend the evening inside and far, far away from anything that might be lurking outside, whether it was in his imagination or not.  And if the conversation got awkward or anything came up, he could

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[ol_canucklehead]

Interestin’. Cole had mentioned his new ‘uniform’ on the bulletin board, but Logan really hadn’t known what to expect. Certainly not something this garish, in any event. He supposed he was one to talk; he’d worn more than his fair share of spandex in the past.

Logan appraised the pair. They both definitely looked the part, and part of him almost wished he’d gotten a costume as well, just to fit in with the rest of the Heroes if nothing else. But he knew he didn’t’ really need it. There was no real need to hide his identity here, although there was a certain powerful imagery associated with what the others were wearing.

“Lookin’ good, bub.” He smiled wryly in Cole’s direction. “So now tha’ at least you two look tha part, how’s about we get ta bein’ heroes? Ya got anythin’ specific in min’ fer tonigh’, Cole? We splittin’ up or all rollin’ tagether? Scoutin’ resources or savin’ damsels in distress? Or somethin’ else entirely?” He was eager to get going. There’d been too many wasted nights already, even though he’d been here less than a week.

[a_spider_can]

Peter didn't know what sort of substance could even do that, and his scientific mind puzzled through it for a moment (along with the fact that Statesman could apparently fly) before he was distracted by what Logan was saying. The way he said you two implied that he did in fact normally have some sort of costume - he gave his roommate an apologetic look until he realized the other man wouldn't see it. Hopefully it came across in his body language.

As Logan started coming out with ideas of what they might be doing, Peter started to get kind of excited at the prospect. Being stuck in this place sucked, but if he could continue doing what he always did while here, it would make him feel a lot better about it. He knew it was going to be a long while before any of them got out - the people behind all of this had really done their homework - but he was going to help as much as he could in the meantime, as he searched for answers.

[zeus_incarnate]

"Tonight, if what I was told is correct, patients are taken to be experimented on. They alternate between experiments and brain washing. I don't know where they take them exactly, so I can't give you any directions." That would be important, and Marcus considered taking care of it himself.

But he had work to do on the first floor, and he had to trust that these two would take care of it. There was no point in having people to help him if he was going to do everything himself, and no matter how long he lived, he was never going to be able to take care of it all himself.

"I want the two of you to check the second floor, and rescue them if you can. I have another problem to take care of." With his orders dispensed, Marcus went on his way.

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[ol_canucklehead]

In a way, Logan was pleased with the curt response he’d gotten from Statesman. It spoke of a man who meant business, a man after his own heart who didn’t much care to stand around talking when there was work to be done. He looked to Parker for some sign of confirmation that he’d be okay with this plan of action and nodded. He could sense the slight raise in the tempo of the younger man’s heartbeat, the subconscious focusing of his breathing. Clearly the kid was ready for action. And Cole had said the magic word, one guaranteed to hone the razor-keen edge of the weapon that was Wolverine. Experiments. He grit his teeth determinedly. If there was any way he could stop those from happening, to get to the people that had messed with that poor MOMO girl and the suave guy in the Sun Room last night, he wanted it, so badly he could almost taste it.

“Alrigh’, bub, we’re on it. Let ya know what we fin’ out.” Whilst he hadn’t been around the entirety of the first floor of this place yet, it made a certain amount of sense that they’d have more room for ‘medical’ facilities upstairs, since it seemed that entire area was off-limits to patients during the day. He turned to Parker again after the taller man had left them. “You seen any stairs ‘roun’ this place? Figure we gotta at least start by gettin’ outta this block.” He slipped the knife out from the back of his pants and swung it into the familiar position flush against his forearm, and moved off down the hallway, following the direction Cole had gone to the only available exit.

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