Nightshift 32: M71-80 Hallway

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Jade was rather used to these quiet meals nowadays. It didn’t provide much in the form of entertainment, but they were efficient and that was all that mattered. He quickly finished his meal and began preparing for the night, gathering the same materials as the previous night before setting out into the hall

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M74

[cigarettes_plz]

Ditched again. Well, that was just fine because if Badou Nails had learned anything in his short and painful life it was not to run in the direction of the explosion. Well, not unless you were Haine-the-un-fucking-killable or the Super Tranny. They'd be back soon enough and the building would stop shaking at any moment. He might as well try to coax Nill out from under the table when everything...

....everything was soft and dark, and he was laying some room he didn't recognize. Oh shit. If this was a particularly good dream - and judging from the fact that nothing hurt, it might be - he'd roll over and find a dozen cartons of cigarettes laying beside him and keeping the rest of the bed warm and welcoming. He'd take that over the token ugly-chick-who-looked-hotter-last-night. Badou pushed the covers away. No? No. A man could hope and even his dreams would just crush it.

Badou grumbled something inaudible before sitting up. It was too dark to see much of anything. Maybe this was a back room of the church or something? No day-old piss smell so it wasn't some gang hideout. No bandages where they didn't belong so he hadn't been knocked out and fainting was just out of the question. Badou Nails did not faint. He was too hardcore for that.

He shoved himself out of bed in the dark and stretched his arms out. Despite the mild confusion, it was more important that he get his hands on something vital. If Bishop had contributed to this in any way, his cigarettes were probably in the toilet. Badou felt his way along the wall to a door. "Is this place so broke you can't light it anymore? Hey, where the fuck did you throw my goddamnfucking....smokes?"

The hallway was empty, dark, and definitely Not The Church. "This is one lame ass dream, Toto."

Badou shoved one of his hands in his pockets - slacks, what the hell? - and let the other rest against a wall for guidance. It wasn't like him to have nightmares about freaky stories, especially Haine's. He'd wake up soon enough. Might as well keep occupied and find himself something to smoke.

[cigarettes_plz]

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