Night 56: West Wing, North Hall 1-A

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[From here.]Right as he'd been leaving the block, Harvey had come across none other than Peter. Not that it could really be called that when they hadn't even talked to each other, but seeing the kid had answered a few questions. First of all, it seemed that Peter wasn't planning on going down to the basement, both because he hadn't approached him

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A rush of relief sagged Ippo's shoulders once he saw how many people were still milling through the room blocks. Whether numbers pushed hostile activity away or actually encouraged it, the boxer wasn't certain. But, with more than one potential victim, the likelihood another pack of thugish cats would hone in on him like a wounded, shrieking mouse was severely lessened and for that Ippo was grateful.

He slunk ever so quietly to the end of the hallway, minding the dark hallway with a hand on the nearest wall where the last door waited.

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