Nightshift 31: West Wing, Hall A (second floor)
[from here]
Aidou sprinted up the steps on nimble legs, taking a quick, uniform glance at the area just off the stairs. He was curious over the "spoils" related to Landel's fit, and all of the night's happenings that were apparently in motion because of it, but it wasn't something he could immediately prioritize.
A perfunctory look was all he allowed himself, before he ducked into the hallway.
Deciding to start at the top of the hall and work his way back, the vampire kept up a quick pace, heading straight for the storage room door. He was okay without meeting any abnormally large bats, or any other gross thing, and consequently wasting his energy having to kill them. As usual, the door was locked, but a little ice and violence would solve that. Maybe the flashlight he'd brought would come in handy. It could be used as a bludgeon, couldn't it?
[to here]
Aidou sprinted up the steps on nimble legs, taking a quick, uniform glance at the area just off the stairs. He was curious over the "spoils" related to Landel's fit, and all of the night's happenings that were apparently in motion because of it, but it wasn't something he could immediately prioritize.
A perfunctory look was all he allowed himself, before he ducked into the hallway.
Deciding to start at the top of the hall and work his way back, the vampire kept up a quick pace, heading straight for the storage room door. He was okay without meeting any abnormally large bats, or any other gross thing, and consequently wasting his energy having to kill them. As usual, the door was locked, but a little ice and violence would solve that. Maybe the flashlight he'd brought would come in handy. It could be used as a bludgeon, couldn't it?
[to here]