Night 47: F01-F10 Hallway

[ninelivesonce]

It was time to go. Taura considered, one last time, taking the carryall from the box she'd discovered. But carryall was a misnomer -- it wasn't big enough to hold more than a wallet or a gun, and too fragile. It would only get in the way. If she needed a holster, someone should have mentioned it.

So she set out, armed with only a flashlight, for the rendezvous point.

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