NIGHTSHIFT 42: MAGUS PARK
The shift was familiar enough, in it's own way, but it came too soon. He wasn't sure if any of the others in the group aside from Stefan had been around long enough to witness this before, but he wanted to reassure them that this was just like the changes the institute underwent at night
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Takasugi's look had chilled noticeably, dropping that aura of friendliness (the monk wasn't even sure he'd call it that) he normally put on. Sanzo must've touched a few nerves. Was he actually affected by what Sanzo saw as just stating the obvious? He'd count himself as surprised if there was a the tiniest hint of self-righteousness in there. Maybe there had to be for a terrorist.
Whatever. He had no illusions that they'd ever work together, or that Takasugi was even an innocent bystander in all this. He might not be the source or even connected to all the bullshit going down in Landels, but he was a danger.
Low moans broke the air. Sanzo glanced over, regarding the park for a moment.
He was beginning to rethink this area as a good place to last the night. He could see the ground breaking, more corpses lurching up further up. Was the entire damn town built over a cemetary? At this rate he'd be surrounded again. He couldn't fight like this all night, not at the rate they were coming up. It was time to change plans, hole up in one of the buildings.
The monk turned to leave, but not before giving Takasugi one last look.
"I haven't said anything new," Sanzo said coolly. "You say you're nothing more than an animal one moment, then try and act like a man the next. Pick one."
[Headed over here]
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