Night 47: Staff-Only Food Counter

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((From here.))Claude didn't sense any danger as he stepped into the room, but that didn't mean he could lower his guard. It would be too easy to get ambushed in a room they weren't familiar with, especially if the layout happened to work against them somehow. Still, as the flashlight beam spilled into the room, he didn't see anything out of the

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Being indoors always gave her a feeling of relief. At least in here, she knew there were few places from which an enemy could attack. The sky was no longer an option and pushing up through the floorboards was nearly impossible. It left only her sides vulnerable and with the other two around, she doubted that would be much of a problem.

The Detective wouldn't let anything happen to her for fear of his own hide after all. If she were to come to harm, she'd make him pay for it triplefold. Arlene, on the other hand, with all her knives and weaponry was a bit of a loose canon. Why she was still following, Franziska had no idea. Maybe they were heading to the same place or maybe there was just something about the prosecutor that the woman found interesting. Whatever it was, she'd have to--

Franziska stopped as she noticed the door already open. Someone or something was already in the kitchen, making the prosecutor scowl at the very thought. What if they were contaminating the countertops? She needed a clean surface to work on and she highly doubted many of the other patients would care about a little mess when it came to the kitchens. "Blast it all. Scruffy - move forward, check the area for whoever it is that broke down the door. We need a clean surface to work on and I won't have whoever came first destroying our ability to work." Then she turned to Arlene and raised an eyebrow. "As for you. Any reason you're keeping with us? Need something from the kitchens do you?"

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It didn't occur to him until after the smell of blood had gone, but Ms. von Karma was putting herself in danger by taking the lead. For all they knew, they could be walking right into a trap! If they encountered anything up ahead, he didn't know if they could escape it without getting lost. It'd be just their luck if they ran into a dead-end...

The outdoor patio surprised him; he had been wondering where the staff went during meal times. He thought they might have had their own V.I.P. lounge somewhere. Seeing that it wasn't all that made him feel loads better.

Gumshoe let out a sigh once they had reached their destination (he guessed, because Ms. von Karma had stopped and was barking orders at him). He shifted the box under his left arm and saluted with his right. "Yes sir!"

He strode over to the door and shone his flashlight inside, hoping he wouldn't find anything scary. "It's just two guys in there, sir," he reported, lowering the beam and turning back to the prosecutor. "Looks like they came here for supplies."

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For the moment that Gumshoe was looking inside, Franziska readied herself for what was to come next. It seemed so easy - preparing fingerprint powder - and yet she felt this heavy sense of...something in the pit of her stomach. She wouldn't call it dread or fear or even nerves, but it was something and she didn't like it. Whatever it was, it indicated she was experiencing some normal human emotion and von Karmas were above humanity. She was supposed to be ruthless in her pursuit of the culprit.

And she would be.

Once she learned to ignore this feeling.

"Good, then we're going in," she snapped, once Gumshoe had returned. Without waiting for much of a response, she stormed ahead, hoping to get inside and throw herself into her job before her feelings got the better of her.

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