Nightshift 47: Church (Ruins)

[herr_inspektor]

[From here]Like a ship emerging from the darkness of the ocean, the church slowly came into focus- the familiar loom of the main building, the dilapidated spire, the rainfall of bricks and debris scattered around the area. All around it, as far as the eye could see before the fog swallowed the glow from their flashlights, was just as still as it

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[quarter_english]

Before they approached the church, his right hand vanished behind him, up under the hem of his jacket. He squirmed a little, shifting his weight this way and that, and then his hand reappeared, holding the knife that had been strapped to his back. He adjusted his grip on the knife until it was firm, and clutched the flashlight in his other hand. Neither would be taken from him easily.

"If it is a clue," L replied, to Jones. "The trouble is that we can't know unless we find out for ourselves." A nod, and a shift in his stance, was his signal that he was ready to move.

He didn't like Lunge's insinuation that he was still, in some way, Daniel Laurier. It was a persona that had been wrapped around him like a straitjacket, one which he had cast off as soon as he was able to. What people thought of him didn't matter until the moment it interfered with his ability to do his work, but... Is this that moment?

-- No, but it may come. He let the comments pass with a look that was closed and unamused; too much interest had swirled around his

[its_the_mileage]

Clue or not, if there was anything new in that church other than one of Landel's pets, it would've been put there by someone who knew more about what was going on than they did, and that made it worth going after in Indy's book. But since they were going in anyway, he didn't waste time with the argument and instead followed close on the German's heels toward the church

[damned_monsters]

The interior of the church was even darker than the fog-shrouded landscape outside, the weight of the shadows even more oppressive for the fact that they were confined within walls. There was nothing to be seen immediately by the door but the crumbled ruin of what was once a place of worship, and even the beam of a flashlight wouldn't be strong enough to penetrate far enough to reveal the far end of the building. For a moment all was silent, with only the sounds of their own breathing in the room.

And then -- echoing off the battered walls, making it impossible to exactly pinpoint the source of the sound -- a huff of breath, then a faint sound somewhere between a grunt and a snort, overloud in the silent darkness. Metal rasped against metal briefly, and then came a footfall loud enough, hard enough to shake the very ground beneath their feet. And another, shaking dust and debris from the fallen pews with its force.

Something in the church did not take well to visitors. And it was approaching.

[tiassa]

[herr_inspektor]

Going first wasn't the most logical decision to make, Lunge knew, but there was something in it that let him feel just that little bit more in control of the situation they had placed themselves at the mercy o- no. Not at its mercy. The situation that they had willingly inserted themselves into. And anyway, he was an expert in the art of self-deception