[from here]No sound came from inside the stairwell, but that amounted to little at times. Still the Digimon stretched her senses, moving quickly and quietly into the dark. None were in this place yet, despite the small crowd in the hall below. It might mean none have moved upstairs, or it might simply mean they were quicker than she
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No light in here. Morgan hugged the wall and paused to listen and let her eyes adjust the rest of the way before moving on. There were footsteps coming from the stairs above her: a thin blonde woman in a black coat. Morgan tensed for a second until she determined it wasn't the soldiers' uniform, and then she relaxed. Probably not a threat.
She started climbing, keeping her sword arm free. The bottom of a staircase was a dangerous position from a tactical standpoint, and the lousy lighting just made it worse--all the more when your targets had serious firearms. She wasn't too worried, though. Whatever rumors might be floating around, she hadn't seen anything much at night besides shadows and a bunch of paranoid prisoners.
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The question was echoed at her, and her eyes closed briefly in thought. How long. "Close to a month," she answered. "Three weeks, three days."
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