Nightshift 38: Autopsy Room 2
[from here]
This room was smaller. A quick sweep of Indy's flashlight revealed three human-sized tables, each paired with a stand that was obviously meant to hold surgical instruments. The cabinets this time were limited to the wall on their right, the one that backed against the hallway. There weren't any bodies here either (no place to store them in this room but the slabs, it looked like), but it sounded as though Pierson's interest had turned more toward looting the Institute than looting the dead. Indy, for one, was grateful.
"Might as well get started." He made his way around the tables to the cabinet, which opened easily. Inside were a lot of metal surgical instruments. The magnifying glass was the only one he could have identified really confidently by name. "On the hunt for anything in particular?" he asked, looking for some direction here. It seemed like the rules were that whatever you had in your hand when the clock ran out, you got to keep. If that was the case, then they might as well dump the whole cabinet into the pillowcase, since they weren't going to have to carry it back. Or was there a limit on how much you were allowed to stockpile, he wondered again.
This room was smaller. A quick sweep of Indy's flashlight revealed three human-sized tables, each paired with a stand that was obviously meant to hold surgical instruments. The cabinets this time were limited to the wall on their right, the one that backed against the hallway. There weren't any bodies here either (no place to store them in this room but the slabs, it looked like), but it sounded as though Pierson's interest had turned more toward looting the Institute than looting the dead. Indy, for one, was grateful.
"Might as well get started." He made his way around the tables to the cabinet, which opened easily. Inside were a lot of metal surgical instruments. The magnifying glass was the only one he could have identified really confidently by name. "On the hunt for anything in particular?" he asked, looking for some direction here. It seemed like the rules were that whatever you had in your hand when the clock ran out, you got to keep. If that was the case, then they might as well dump the whole cabinet into the pillowcase, since they weren't going to have to carry it back. Or was there a limit on how much you were allowed to stockpile, he wondered again.