NIGHTSHIFT 52: M31-M40 Hallway

[guardiancomplex]

[Currently M36]Touya had thought that the last vestiges of his exhaustion due to the drain of his power had all but vanished, but apparently it had made one last stand. Touya awoke briefly when his nurse had brought in dinner, the last thing he remembered being talking with Yue in the hall

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M31

[swornandbroken]

The usual night-time routine, slightly varied by that announcement, trying so hard to be ominous. Mello believed something fucked-up was going to happen tonight, but that was becoming par for the course. Stealing your own thunder, Landel, he thought as he put on his coat and boots. We'll get bored of doom and gloom soon. There were still some chocolate mints in the coat pocket, and he had no plans to put them back in the tin. It wasn't so much not eating chocolate as not having it that bothered him, like he thought it would be if you were hooked on smokes... Or anything. The example didn't have to be nicotine. Tonight, he put the ring on. He wasn't going to be caught wasting precious seconds fumbling for it again.

He'd strike out, see how far he could get. It had been too long since he'd left the Institute grounds, and despite what some people thought, he was determined to find the borders of Landel's influence and bust through them. He'd be on the hunt by himself, tonight, and that was fine. There was no reason it should remind him of those first days after leaving the House.

Of course it should. You're still too fucking proud to ask for help when you need it.

He didn't need it, he argued silently, as he unlocked the drawer and took the gun out, popping the clip to check how many rounds he had. Still two, wasn't going to change, but it was reassuring, in a weird way. At least he still had both, right? A double-tap with the heel of his hand to make sure the clip was back in firmly, and he put the gun in the coat pocket, and grabbed the flashlight. He'd keep an eye out for Javert. They wouldn't be running the torture sessions tonight; it might be a good chance to see what the Inspector hadn't put in his notes.

Or he'd go it alone. Alone was fine. Ideal, even.

He'd pushed leaving Winchester out of his thoughts, but he still couldn't shake the feeling it was going to rain.

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