Nightshift 49: Mountain Antiques
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Damon Gant took one step into the room and felt a rush of dizziness cloud his head. He staggered for a moment, and reached up to touch his temple. A headache? No, it was disappearing quickly, but he still didn't feel completely well. Probably the atmosphere. Gant had never been in this part of the institute, so he wasn't sure what he expected to find. Lana thought she knew where she was going but obviously her word couldn't be trusted.
Casting his flashlight's beam here and there, he quickly realized they had stumbled into what looked like some sort of storage room. Packed shelves lined the walls and filled the room, almost like it would a store. The storm sounded louder here than it had before they had entered.
"Doesn't look like any therapy is going on in here," the Chief joked, a bit distracted. He focused his flashlight on one of the shelves and moved closer, blinking. That piece of equipment seemed rather odd. Actually, was that a phonograph?
Damon Gant took one step into the room and felt a rush of dizziness cloud his head. He staggered for a moment, and reached up to touch his temple. A headache? No, it was disappearing quickly, but he still didn't feel completely well. Probably the atmosphere. Gant had never been in this part of the institute, so he wasn't sure what he expected to find. Lana thought she knew where she was going but obviously her word couldn't be trusted.
Casting his flashlight's beam here and there, he quickly realized they had stumbled into what looked like some sort of storage room. Packed shelves lined the walls and filled the room, almost like it would a store. The storm sounded louder here than it had before they had entered.
"Doesn't look like any therapy is going on in here," the Chief joked, a bit distracted. He focused his flashlight on one of the shelves and moved closer, blinking. That piece of equipment seemed rather odd. Actually, was that a phonograph?