Nightshift 32: East Wing, Hall A
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The hall was deserted. No competition, but no blundering fools who could act as meatsheilds. Then again, Marcus would probably be unable to tear himself away from the prospect of playing hero in front of everyone.
Recluse examined the nameplates on the doors. "It seems that Doctor Lecter is no longer employed here." Maybe he'd simply disappeared, just as patients seemed to regularly do so.
The hall was deserted. No competition, but no blundering fools who could act as meatsheilds. Then again, Marcus would probably be unable to tear himself away from the prospect of playing hero in front of everyone.
Recluse examined the nameplates on the doors. "It seems that Doctor Lecter is no longer employed here." Maybe he'd simply disappeared, just as patients seemed to regularly do so.