Night 59: Medical Wing Hall

[its_the_mileage]

[from here]Indy got past the junction and paused a minute, listening for anything else that sounded hungry. The scratching sounds from behind them seemed to have been silenced--for now. There was nothing dead around here, although parts of his shoes were still leaving faint tracks of blood on the floor. There were a bunch of doors up ahead to their

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[unheroed]

If Jones said that a place he'd been before hadn't been worth looking at twice, then Harvey was inclined to believe him. The guy had led him out into those ruins before, so it was clear that he had the right judgment for what was noteworthy and what wasn't. Besides, the larger the distance put between them and that door the better.

Of course, now it seemed like they had really struck out on their own. This whole wing of the building looked to be abandoned and the fact that they had been forced to break that lock made it clear that they were the first ones to come this way tonight. That meant that if something did find them, they were on their own.

Good thing Harvey had a gun.

His initial response to Jones' question was little more than a scoff. "Depends on your definition of medicine. But either way, not much." It was more like torture and experimentation that was going on here, right? He noticed the doors that were marked as exam rooms off to his right and barely suppressed a shudder. What the hell went on in thereHe wasn't

[its_the_mileage]

Indy followed Dent's indication. "The room after it's another records room. That's where I got gassed last night." He hadn't checked the "Medical Library," but if he had to place a bet, he'd put his money on its being an actual store of medical books and journals. No bets on whether anyone actually used them, but you could never accuse Landel's of not being thorough with its cover

[unheroed]

Right, the gas. Well, Harvey didn't have much interest in going anywhere that might have a trap like that waiting for them. Once had been more than enough. He was guessing that Jones had originally gone there to see if his file had listed anything about his death, but it seemed that the man had either gotten the information he needed or wasn't interested in finding out anymore. Harvey wasn't that inclined to question it

[its_the_mileage]

As Dent went for the lock, Indy turned back toward the hallway to make sure nothing was coming. No other voices, that was for sure, but he thought he could hear other sounds in the distance--scrabbling noises, like rat footsteps. (Or insects? Who knew?) Getting closer? It was hard to tell from here. Indy shot a quick glance back to check Dent's progress.

"Easier said then done," he half-muttered. It was easy to get paranoid, too, wondering if he was actually hearing things or if it was just the pain (or the painkillers, for that matter) talking. Maybe he should've brought the radio, now that he thought of it--they hadn't heard anything from the intercom yet, despite everything that was supposed to be going on tonight. Maybe the staff were too busy dealing with it to make announcements about it.

"Surprised we haven't seen any guards, actually. Earlier it sounded like they were going to be out." Then again, maybe they were and this just wasn't where the action was happening.