[From here.]The sound and scent of water had grown stronger as they approached the general area where the ruined town was said to be located
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Indy reached up to adjust his hat, which was the closest tactful analogue to the gesture he really wanted to make: smacking his forehead in disgust. Kitchen knives. Jesus. Indy empathized with the relative lack of decent weapons around here, but at least he wasn't staking his life solely on something that was designed to cut tomatoes. Even Marcus would have had more sense.
All right, he was forced to admit that last one might be pushing it. But that didn't negate his point.
"And because we have no idea when the night might end," he pointed out as the third reason to look around the church first. Maybe Ryuuzaki and Lunge hadn't been around long enough to realize how wildly your allotted time could vary in here, but Indy had found himself sitting up in bed before he'd even made it out the front door. "And if there's something waiting in there, we have no guarantee it won't come out and try to find us. Maybe we're better off making the first move."
Except that they were carrying kitchen knives, for crying out loud, which meant that he'd have to do the lion's share of the fighting against any lab rats or anything else that might be lurking inside the church. But Indy was used to working alone, including in a fight. They might actually be doing him a favor if they just stayed out of his way.
He flashed his light down the main street ahead of them; the fog was like a wall. Indy sighed. Like it or not, he wasn't going to put together all the pieces of the puzzle by himself. He still couldn't say he trusted or even necessarily liked these two, but they seemed to be the kind of people who assembled puzzles. Once in a while, that necessitated a compromise of some kind. "I don't mind taking a quick look around if you want to get the lay of the land. But trap or not, I don't think we can afford to risk letting that clue out of our grasp."
"Tenacious, hmm?" Lunge caught the man's expression, raising his eyebrow just a fraction- if doe-eyed innocence had a face, that right there would be it. He didn't doubt that for a second. But if L thought for a second tenacity would be enough to get his own way... His smile was ambiguous and, if one were so inclined to see it, challenging. "We'll see."
Meanwhile, Jones appeared to be doing a startlingly good job of covering a minor breakdown at the thought that his two co-workers had armed themselves with cooking equipment. He brushed it off without a second thought- he'd have been at a physical disadvantage, no matter what he'd been carrying- and nodded. "We might never get another chance to get a look at what's in that church- particularly when, as far as I can see, we are the only team to have made it to the town so far."
Even if they weren't, nothing guaranteed that anyone else who arrived would be willing to share the fruits of their labour in the morning. Notices on found treasures were almost nonexistent- 'weapons' was about as specific an answer as one could find to the question of what the fastest of the treasure hunters had found in the night. And that wasn't even taking into account the censorship.
Logically speaking, there was only one course of action: decisive action for what would hopefully be decisive findings. "You're right, Dr. Jones. We don't have any time to waste." Now. If he remembered correctly, the church would be the first building to their right after the crossroads; with the cold of his knife against his waist, he moved towards their destination.
All right, he was forced to admit that last one might be pushing it. But that didn't negate his point.
"And because we have no idea when the night might end," he pointed out as the third reason to look around the church first. Maybe Ryuuzaki and Lunge hadn't been around long enough to realize how wildly your allotted time could vary in here, but Indy had found himself sitting up in bed before he'd even made it out the front door. "And if there's something waiting in there, we have no guarantee it won't come out and try to find us. Maybe we're better off making the first move."
Except that they were carrying kitchen knives, for crying out loud, which meant that he'd have to do the lion's share of the fighting against any lab rats or anything else that might be lurking inside the church. But Indy was used to working alone, including in a fight. They might actually be doing him a favor if they just stayed out of his way.
He flashed his light down the main street ahead of them; the fog was like a wall. Indy sighed. Like it or not, he wasn't going to put together all the pieces of the puzzle by himself. He still couldn't say he trusted or even necessarily liked these two, but they seemed to be the kind of people who assembled puzzles. Once in a while, that necessitated a compromise of some kind. "I don't mind taking a quick look around if you want to get the lay of the land. But trap or not, I don't think we can afford to risk letting that clue out of our grasp."
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Meanwhile, Jones appeared to be doing a startlingly good job of covering a minor breakdown at the thought that his two co-workers had armed themselves with cooking equipment. He brushed it off without a second thought- he'd have been at a physical disadvantage, no matter what he'd been carrying- and nodded. "We might never get another chance to get a look at what's in that church- particularly when, as far as I can see, we are the only team to have made it to the town so far."
Even if they weren't, nothing guaranteed that anyone else who arrived would be willing to share the fruits of their labour in the morning. Notices on found treasures were almost nonexistent- 'weapons' was about as specific an answer as one could find to the question of what the fastest of the treasure hunters had found in the night. And that wasn't even taking into account the censorship.
Logically speaking, there was only one course of action: decisive action for what would hopefully be decisive findings. "You're right, Dr. Jones. We don't have any time to waste." Now. If he remembered correctly, the church would be the first building to their right after the crossroads; with the cold of his knife against his waist, he moved towards their destination.
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