Nightshift 33: Staff Research/Medical Reference Library
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For some reason, Mello had expected stale air and the scent of moldy books, but the space the doorway opened into was as pristine as any laboratory. He cast a quick beam of light around the room, following it with a slower one, and spent a second listening for any reaction. Nothing.
Landel certainly knew how to spend a swollen budget. Mello walked past a few pricey-looking bookshelves and leaned over a leather chair, resting his weight against the tabletop with one palm. The computer was new, with the type of aesthetic detail that indicated it probably cost the institute four times what it would have cost to buy six months later, though its overall design placed it about a decade behind what Mello was used to.
His thumb pressed into the power button and he listened closely, watching the screen. No immediate reaction, but he waited, hand not moving. Maybe it just needed a second to register. Even the best turn-of-the-century technology was moody.
For some reason, Mello had expected stale air and the scent of moldy books, but the space the doorway opened into was as pristine as any laboratory. He cast a quick beam of light around the room, following it with a slower one, and spent a second listening for any reaction. Nothing.
Landel certainly knew how to spend a swollen budget. Mello walked past a few pricey-looking bookshelves and leaned over a leather chair, resting his weight against the tabletop with one palm. The computer was new, with the type of aesthetic detail that indicated it probably cost the institute four times what it would have cost to buy six months later, though its overall design placed it about a decade behind what Mello was used to.
His thumb pressed into the power button and he listened closely, watching the screen. No immediate reaction, but he waited, hand not moving. Maybe it just needed a second to register. Even the best turn-of-the-century technology was moody.