Night 50: M21-M30 Hallway

[toxicspiderman]

O.K., what had made it back with him. Pipe, flashlight, toolbox? All present and accounted for. The kit had a few new dents in it, courtesy of one exploding lab bench, but the hinges still open and shut. He didn't need it tonight. A bottle of mixed pharmaceuticals extracted from it was enough in case something tried to eat them or Scarecrow's

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Re: M25

[quarter_english]

As he thought about it, he got up and prepared the rest of his supplies. The machete-like axe joined the ring and the bandages and a small first aid kit on top of his desk. Unrolling a length of bandage, he sawed through it with the kitchen knife, then threaded it through the ring, then tied it off and put it over his head, around his neck, tucking it all under his shirt. There was a risk that the strip of gauze might be used to choke him, but an opponent would have to be clever and close to do it. If he wound up in any situation as dire as that, suffocation would be the least of his worries. Everything he had faced so far preferred to cut or crush.

The flashlight was non-negotiable, but between that and the unsheathed axe, his hands were full. He would have to carry the radio in his pocket; bandages went in his other pocket. He put on a pair of boots, then put one of the sweatshirts on over his t-shirt.

That left the pistol. The nature of the Walther's trigger mechanism meant that he would have to carry its clip separately until he wanted to fire it, or risk shooting himself. He could wear the gun against his back, and keep the clip in his pocket, but that would leave him with pockets that were fuller than he would like. Furthermore, he didn't want the fact that he had a gun to be common knowledge, and he didn't want to lose it in the basement. A check of the clip showed that it held five bullets. Who knew if any of them would fire? If five weren't enough, what would happen next?

The circumstances dictated that he could never be prepared for all contingencies. He hesitated, then sighed, and closed and locked the drawer. Given that neither was dependable, the ring would be good enough to pull him out of any conditions that might call for bullets. He slung the axe over his shoulder, picked up his flashlight, and left for his rendezvous with Jones and the others.

[To here.]