Nightshift 60: Pantry 1

[toxicspiderman]

[from here]The pantry was free of cockroaches, spiders (not counting Peter) and ephemeral naked gonzo journalists. Which was good, because there was barely enough room for six of them, and materializing in the middle of any of those was Star Trek season three material. Transporter accidents were the future's airplanes -- unless terrorists were

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[its_the_mileage]

"Who's Freddy Kreuger?" was Indy's first question as soon as they landed in the pantry and straightened themselves out and he resettled his hat. Someone to be avoided, obviously, but he didn't recognize the name. Probably some infamous criminal who hadn't been born yet, he decided with a shrug.

It didn't particularly matter. He was just glad Scott was here and not strapped to a table somewhere in the labs upstairs. He'd be even gladder when they were out of the cramped pantry and well on their way to unexplored territory. "Everyone all right? Ready to go?" he asked.

[unheroed]

Despite making a vague back-up plan in the event that Scott didn't show up, that didn't turn out to be a problem. While Scott tried to play off his tardiness, Harvey got the feeling that he'd been busy making sure that his girlfriend wasn't going to get herself killed. It was just a hunch, though he couldn't exactly judge Scott for that.

Harvey decided he didn't want to think too hard on that point, and in the end that choice was made for him, since Sangamon wasted no time in getting them into the pantry. This was almost routine by now, which was strange enough as it was.

Still, there was no point in wasting time now. Harvey glanced at Jones when he came out with a question and shook his head. "Don't ask. Just don't ask." Harvey didn't want to think too hard on how it would actually be feasible for some horror movie antagonist to show up here.

Not bothering to see if the rest of the team was ready, Harvey decided to take charge for once and led them all out into the kitchen.

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