Nightshift 44: Gardener's Shed

[human_sponge]

[From here.]As Peter illuminated the cramped shed with his flashlight, he tried not to think about how many times he'd come to this place. Come to think of it, they should probably grab something for Claire while they were here, so he could make this the last time he had to make this trip. Granted, he didn't really know what else he would be doing

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[aleaderwillrise]

Peter had so easily brushed aside the talk of "hallucination" with a quick "anyway", but it was still heavy on Nathan's mind as they moved into the shed Peter had broken open for them. He scanned the tools there, trying to keep his mind on them. Peter had seen a hallucination - a vision? That didn't make any sense, and rather on dwelling on it, Nathan discarded the thought quickly, glancing towards his younger brother and then back to the tools. There wasn't too much to choose from - the shed was predictably full of your standard variety gardening tools. Nathan noticed a weeding claw, but the handle was pretty short - honestly, he would have to get pretty close to whatever he was attacking to use it, and he was definitely not looking to put himself in danger.

In the end, Nathan leaned over, grasping a similar shovel to Peter's that had been leaning against the shed wall and picking it up.

"I'll go with this," he said. A part of him realized how ridiculous this whole situation was - here he was, Nathan Petrelli, a politician, standing in a dirty gardener's shed in the middle of the night and picking out what weapon to use against monsters found in a mental facility. Unfortunately, he didn't find the situation quite as humorous as he would have liked.

Without Claire on his mind, the thought to get her a weapon completely escaped his thought, and Nathan glanced towards Peter, ready to go. "Alright," he said, "I think we're done here."

[human_sponge]

It looked like Nathan was actually been merciful for once, in that he wasn't drilling him about what he'd just been through -- though Peter realized that it was very possible that his brother just wanted to take care of business before he started in on the interrogation.

Either way, he was half-amused that Nathan ended up picking out the same weapon that he'd been relying on his entire time here. Not that he could really blame the man, seeing how there wasn't all that much to choose from. He wondered if the shed on the recreational field had anything better, but it was probably just a bunch of soccer balls and things like that.

Regardless of how silly it was, he was relieved to see Nathan holding something weapon-like. When Nathan suggested leaving, Peter glanced over the inventory of items again.

"Shouldn't we get something for Claire?" While he hadn't been able to get a hold of her for tonight, that didn't mean that he was just going to forget about her. "What do you think would be good for her?" She was quite a bit smaller than them, so he didn't know if she would be able to handle a shovel very easily. He'd had that concern before, so he wondered if there was something here that would be more suitable.

[aleaderwillrise]

When Peter mentioned Claire, Nathan looked surprised for a moment, as if it actually took Peter saying something about her to remind him that she was without a weapon, too.

"Oh, right," he said, absently. He scanned the tools, having the same thought Peter was having - Claire was smaller, and a huge shovel might just end up being more of a hindrance for her than a help. He frowned, then glanced down towards the weeding claw he'd previously passed up. The range was short, but with the spikes on the end, she wouldn't have to have quite as much arm strength to make a good hit.

Hopefully, either he or Peter would be around to look after her if she ever was in a situation to need it, anyway.

Picking up the weeding claw, Nathan held it towards Peter to show it to him. "Think this'll work?" he asked. "The spikes aren't exactly sharp, but..." It was the best thing he could see, really.

[human_sponge]

It was true that the weapon Nathan picked out was far from ideal, but just looking around, Peter didn't see any better options. When it came down to it, he didn't see any harm in taking it with them and at least offering it up to the girl. If she decided she wanted something else, they could deal with that later.

"She can get in a lot closer to monsters than we can without having to worry as much," Peter pointed out, even though he hated that they had to fall back on that kind of reasoning. Maybe Claire was used to her body being cut open and broken in all kinds of ways, but that didn't mean that Peter was used to watching it.

Not wanting to spend any more time in the cramped space now that they were officially done, Peter nodded toward the door. "Let's go."

But just as he took a step toward the exit, night ended with his vision going black.