Nightshift 34: Kitchen (First Floor)
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Sanzo stepped into the kitchen, flashlight held close to his hip. It was going to be awkward with one arm working, and that meant keeping it close to the Smith & Wesson tucked close to him. He let the flashlight beam roam over the kitchen, taking note of the island in the middle, the ovens and stove tops...
It looked clear. So far. He took a few more steps, each one slow and measured.
He was feeling... well, not better but at least not any worse. Light-headed at times, but that was only if he made any sudden moves...
He glanced back at Qui-Gon. The man looked winded: whatever he'd done to get that door unlocked had also done a number on him.
"You could try following your own advice," Sanzo said.
Sanzo stepped into the kitchen, flashlight held close to his hip. It was going to be awkward with one arm working, and that meant keeping it close to the Smith & Wesson tucked close to him. He let the flashlight beam roam over the kitchen, taking note of the island in the middle, the ovens and stove tops...
It looked clear. So far. He took a few more steps, each one slow and measured.
He was feeling... well, not better but at least not any worse. Light-headed at times, but that was only if he made any sudden moves...
He glanced back at Qui-Gon. The man looked winded: whatever he'd done to get that door unlocked had also done a number on him.
"You could try following your own advice," Sanzo said.