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Nightshift 38: Morgue

Feb 13, 2009 22:48

[from here]A blast of cool air hit Indy in the face as soon as the door went down. He estimated the temperature at the high 30s, maybe low 40s Fahrenheit. Not a bad temperature for preserving bodies, at least in the short term, and good reason to zip up his jacket ( Read more... )

methos, indiana jones

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oldest_man February 14 2009, 04:41:46 UTC

Not having a jacket of his own, Methos grimaced at the chill. He peered around the room, the pastel color scheme and utter quiet making him uneasy. 'Quiet as a morgue' had become a catch-phrase describing eerie silence for good reason. "We might check the storage for any bodies," he replied. "Though we'd likely have better luck in one of the autopsy bays, if we are nearly out of time." He smiled, though there wasn't even much gallows humor in it. "Left or right?"

its_the_mileage February 14 2009, 05:00:10 UTC

"The closest one," Indy said decisively. He was a little annoyed that the relief in his voice was so audible, but this just wasn't his idea of a swell time, as Willie would say. Indy preferred the corpses he encountered to have been dead for a few thousand years first.

Mercifully, the door was unlocked. Indy opened it and walked through.

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