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here]Even the main hall was deserted. S.T. switched on his flashlight and took a look around. Yeah, it was empty. No roadkill, no other patients. If he ever made it home, he was never bitching at any of the girls who didn't want to do night ops alone again. It was different when you knew there were things out there in the darkness.
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It wasn’t her school uniform, of course, but her night time outfit had become something of a familiarity after so many nights fighting, investigating, and generally mucking around in it. That night, though, Yomi had switched her sweat pants for the military slacks. They added a little professionalism to the look, right? Hopefully her team would be impressed.
Haha.
The pants’ dark color was certainly more suited to moving covertly in the dark, and to improve her chances of moving about without interruption, Yomi picked her way toward the stairwell without the aid of her flashlight. Memory and repetition had done wonders to help her find her way around.
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