Night 48: Equipment/Chemical Storage
[Breaking down doors since the last time he broke a door~]The now broken knob to the door was stubbornly ignored as it rolled across the floor, as was the majority of the room. The assassin instead immediately made his way to the yellow cabinets ahead and pried them open. Bottle upon bottle of dangers chemicals? Hm... It didn't look like any of
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He made his way into the room quickly and quietly. Although Sylar wasn't really trying to avoid a fight, he wasn't raring for one either, and if someone here could recognize him, it was all the more reason to be careful. Already, he could make out the backs of two other patients and - yeah, sure enough, one of them was... Poké-Man, or whatever his name was. And dammit, from the glint of metal off their collective flashlights, it looked like they'd already gotten all the interesting stuff.
Sylar's mouth twisted in frustration as the two guys moved back to the yellow cabinets, leaving... well, not much. Sylar briefly considered turning around and clocking them both before they took the equipment too far away, but he soon realized there were some interesting items in the disarray in front of him. They hadn't taken all the sharp goodies: in fact, they'd dumped out an entire pile of plastic-covered razors in favor of the scalpels. Great stuff for makeshift shivs, which actually might be more inconspicuous than the alternative.
Glancing furtively over his shoulder, Sylar grabbed one of the empty cardboard boxes that the two had left behind and swept the razors into it. After that, he continued searching the cabinets where wingus and dingus had left off: they hadn't reached the syringes or their corresponding needles, and, Sylar realized with a small smirk, there were some different-sized magnifying glasses that they hadn't seen any use in.
Sylar carefully put a few of each item in the box, making sure not to jostle any of cases or sterile wrapping. He opted for three magnifying glasses at the low, mid, and high range of the zoom spectrum, and then realized there was a small container of... oil? He added it to the pile; could come in handy if he decided to fall back on his crafting skills.
Not that Grell needed to know that.
His satisfaction temporarily outweighing his irritation, he slunk out of the room as covertly as he'd come in.
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