Nightshift 60: West Wing, South Hall 1-A
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S.T was navigating by a fingertip on the wall and the slight breeze of a functioning HVAC system. The halls were dark again. Completely empty, too. He was out early. And he was still thinking.
Something so fallible, he'd said. So that talk about a device had been true? Freaky. Maybe he really wasn't human. Replaced by a machine ( Read more... )
S.T was navigating by a fingertip on the wall and the slight breeze of a functioning HVAC system. The halls were dark again. Completely empty, too. He was out early. And he was still thinking.
Something so fallible, he'd said. So that talk about a device had been true? Freaky. Maybe he really wasn't human. Replaced by a machine ( Read more... )
Indy was glad to see his shoes were staying clean so far. Their odds would certainly be better if they didn't have to deal with lab rats running free--and as comforting as Peter might find it to have his abilities back, Indy for one felt better when they were all on a (relatively) level playing field and no one around him had the power to shred small animals with his mind. Call him old-fashioned.
He was the only one in this corridor, but he could hear at least one voice in the main hallway up ahead. Indy quickened his steps.
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