Nightshift 46: Equipment/Chemical Storage
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Despite there having been people in the other room, it seemed like Grell had been able to get away. He was absolutely certain they'd seen him breaking into this room, but they were breaking into things too, so hopefully they wouldn't mind him much; even if he stuck out like a red gown at a funeral with his chainsaw.
Setting that down by the door, Grell rolled his shoulders and sighed as he closed the door behind him. Best not to let the mortals see what he was up to, right? The last thing he needed was someone squealing on him to the vigilantes on his trail. Brainy, Kenny, Tim Drake (which apparently there were two of now), and a few others. It would be a shame if Wally West and the delightful Bruce Wayne joined their ranks, but mortal lives were meant to be short anyway. He'd be certain to make their deaths as beautiful as their lives.
The one good thing about coming back to the scene of a former crime was that he already knew where everything was. On one side the chemicals and acids and on the other, an entire wall of weapons packed away into small boxes. Grell grinned as he moved forward, throwing open the cabinet doors like the doors to a balcony to bask in the glow of the sun. There they lay, neatly in stacks - scalpels, shears, everything he'd ever need. He wanted to take his time, pick and choose what he needed, but the fact of the matter was, he needed anything he could carry.
Brainy was going to try something. Grell just knew he'd be so foolish and if the two of them were going to be locked in combat, Grell wanted the upperhand. The small boxes of scalpels fit perfectly into his pockets and he smiled as he put two boxes of ten each into them. Twenty knives were more than enough to hold the boy down if worse came to worse. He just had to stick them through Brainy's eyes this time, or cut off that wagging tongue of his to ensure the Coluan would leave him be. Grell had said his peace as far as he was concerned, but if Brainy wanted to offer himself up like a lamb to the slaughter, then who was Grell to deny him his chance at martyrdom, right?
Just to be certain, he slipped another box of scalpels and one of the pairs of medical shears went into his pocket as well.
Despite there having been people in the other room, it seemed like Grell had been able to get away. He was absolutely certain they'd seen him breaking into this room, but they were breaking into things too, so hopefully they wouldn't mind him much; even if he stuck out like a red gown at a funeral with his chainsaw.
Setting that down by the door, Grell rolled his shoulders and sighed as he closed the door behind him. Best not to let the mortals see what he was up to, right? The last thing he needed was someone squealing on him to the vigilantes on his trail. Brainy, Kenny, Tim Drake (which apparently there were two of now), and a few others. It would be a shame if Wally West and the delightful Bruce Wayne joined their ranks, but mortal lives were meant to be short anyway. He'd be certain to make their deaths as beautiful as their lives.
The one good thing about coming back to the scene of a former crime was that he already knew where everything was. On one side the chemicals and acids and on the other, an entire wall of weapons packed away into small boxes. Grell grinned as he moved forward, throwing open the cabinet doors like the doors to a balcony to bask in the glow of the sun. There they lay, neatly in stacks - scalpels, shears, everything he'd ever need. He wanted to take his time, pick and choose what he needed, but the fact of the matter was, he needed anything he could carry.
Brainy was going to try something. Grell just knew he'd be so foolish and if the two of them were going to be locked in combat, Grell wanted the upperhand. The small boxes of scalpels fit perfectly into his pockets and he smiled as he put two boxes of ten each into them. Twenty knives were more than enough to hold the boy down if worse came to worse. He just had to stick them through Brainy's eyes this time, or cut off that wagging tongue of his to ensure the Coluan would leave him be. Grell had said his peace as far as he was concerned, but if Brainy wanted to offer himself up like a lamb to the slaughter, then who was Grell to deny him his chance at martyrdom, right?
Just to be certain, he slipped another box of scalpels and one of the pairs of medical shears went into his pocket as well.