Nightshift 27: M98
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Mason finished his copy of the map with an unnecessary flourish, and handed the original back to Raiden. It had become crumpled around the edges just by being in Mason's possession for a few minutes, but he hoped the other man wouldn't mind. "Thanks, Raiden," he said, stuffing his copy into the waistband of his pants. He missed his own clothes, with their multitude of convenient pockets.
It was then that the intercom turned on, causing Mason to jump nearly out of his skin. "What the fuck is going on?" he demanded, clutching his chest. If his heart had been able to beat, it probably would have danced right up his throat and out his mouth and be halfway to Mexico by now. The creepy voice on the intercom with its mean words, and the creepy door opening creepily didn't help. Mason really didn't like it here. Being high, he decided, would be a definite plus right about now.
Mason finished his copy of the map with an unnecessary flourish, and handed the original back to Raiden. It had become crumpled around the edges just by being in Mason's possession for a few minutes, but he hoped the other man wouldn't mind. "Thanks, Raiden," he said, stuffing his copy into the waistband of his pants. He missed his own clothes, with their multitude of convenient pockets.
It was then that the intercom turned on, causing Mason to jump nearly out of his skin. "What the fuck is going on?" he demanded, clutching his chest. If his heart had been able to beat, it probably would have danced right up his throat and out his mouth and be halfway to Mexico by now. The creepy voice on the intercom with its mean words, and the creepy door opening creepily didn't help. Mason really didn't like it here. Being high, he decided, would be a definite plus right about now.