Night 40: West Wing, North Hall 1-B
[from here]
It was pretty quiet this early on. Teisel would have preferred a crowd to blend into (as much as he could blend in anywhere), but there wasn't any time to waste. With nothing else to focus on, his thoughts drifted back to the matter of his file.
Hmmm... Maybe if he rolled up the folder he could shove it through the base of his ponytail, like he had with his scalpel last night. It'd look a little awkward, but a guy only had so many hands.
Hmm.