Nightshift 33: Kitchen (2nd floor)
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beatrix played her flashlight across the kitchen once she was inside, eyes vigilant as she closed the door behind her as much as it could with the damage she'd done to it. Nothing was moving and it looked like a regular industrial kitchen to her. Excellent.
The Bride made her way through the front of the room further into it, back to where the prep area was. In a normal restaurant layout, sharp knives were kept near the stations they'd be used. She didn't see any laying out, what a surprise, so she was left with looking through drawers and in bins.
Spatulas... wisks... wooden and plastic spoons... no, not what she wanted.
Inside a cabinet she found a couple full-length aprons, one with a frilly trim to it. She grabbed it, thinking Mion would probably find a way to amuse herself with it at a later date given the girl's obsession with dressing people up, as well as a pair of oven mitts sitting near the range. She stood still, eyes and flashlight slowly and methodically sweeping the room. There had to be...
There. Clever, clever. She'd missed the small drawer welded underneath the prep table in the back.
Pulling it out, the ex-assassin frowned at the protesting noise the metal drawer made as she pulled it out. She was positive it wasn't as loud as it soudned to her, but she preferred the silence, especially in this environment. Focus turned to the drawer she dug through the contents of the drawer, pulling out a couple serving spoons and scoops until her eyes lit upon what she'd been wanting - knives. Two chef knives and one pairing knife in the drawer, Beatrix felt a surge of satisfaction and accomplishment, something she hadn't felt in a long while.
At leats these made up for being electrocuted as many times as she'd been. She wrapped the pairing knife and one of the chef knives in the apron and then slid the bundle inside one of the oven mitts for safekeeping. The final chef knife she kept at the ready. Beatrix had never been as good with a knife as Vernita had been, but she'd pressed the Copperhead hard and remembered the way the other assassin had wielded and used the chef knife.
Tucking the oven mitt bundle underneath her arm, the Bride decided to take just another moment to see if there was anything else useful in the kitchen. She doubted it, but it was better to be thorough.
beatrix played her flashlight across the kitchen once she was inside, eyes vigilant as she closed the door behind her as much as it could with the damage she'd done to it. Nothing was moving and it looked like a regular industrial kitchen to her. Excellent.
The Bride made her way through the front of the room further into it, back to where the prep area was. In a normal restaurant layout, sharp knives were kept near the stations they'd be used. She didn't see any laying out, what a surprise, so she was left with looking through drawers and in bins.
Spatulas... wisks... wooden and plastic spoons... no, not what she wanted.
Inside a cabinet she found a couple full-length aprons, one with a frilly trim to it. She grabbed it, thinking Mion would probably find a way to amuse herself with it at a later date given the girl's obsession with dressing people up, as well as a pair of oven mitts sitting near the range. She stood still, eyes and flashlight slowly and methodically sweeping the room. There had to be...
There. Clever, clever. She'd missed the small drawer welded underneath the prep table in the back.
Pulling it out, the ex-assassin frowned at the protesting noise the metal drawer made as she pulled it out. She was positive it wasn't as loud as it soudned to her, but she preferred the silence, especially in this environment. Focus turned to the drawer she dug through the contents of the drawer, pulling out a couple serving spoons and scoops until her eyes lit upon what she'd been wanting - knives. Two chef knives and one pairing knife in the drawer, Beatrix felt a surge of satisfaction and accomplishment, something she hadn't felt in a long while.
At leats these made up for being electrocuted as many times as she'd been. She wrapped the pairing knife and one of the chef knives in the apron and then slid the bundle inside one of the oven mitts for safekeeping. The final chef knife she kept at the ready. Beatrix had never been as good with a knife as Vernita had been, but she'd pressed the Copperhead hard and remembered the way the other assassin had wielded and used the chef knife.
Tucking the oven mitt bundle underneath her arm, the Bride decided to take just another moment to see if there was anything else useful in the kitchen. She doubted it, but it was better to be thorough.