Nightshift 35: Entry Room

[no_barbarian]

[ from here]This room was even more mundane than the last.  It was very...institutional.  Teisel wasn't a fan of the brown and blue color scheme, much less the fake wood desks, but there were more important things to worry about at the moment

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[runner_up_robot]

Looking about, Forte walked up to the double doors and tried to open them - no luck, of course. He raised his right foot - then thought better of it, and stepped back. "Well, you can try if you want." He shone his flashlight toward the back, and went to look behind the desks, just in case.

[no_barbarian]

Teisel felt his heart sink as Forte struggled with the doors. He had to give it a try himself, though, just on principle.

One very sore shoulder later, Teisel decided that he wasn't getting out that way. He could feel a cool draft, too, and the air smelled cleaner here. But he couldn't get out. Suddenly angry, he gave the door a hefty kick.

"Ah, son of a bitch!" Well, in all honesty kicking a large slab of wood had been pretty stupid. That didn't make it hurt any less, and it certainly didn't keep Teisel from thoroughly cussing out the doors. With one last glare at the offending entrance, Teisel trudged over to the desks, watching Forte poke around.

"I don't suppose there's anything back there?" he asked, frustrated and upset now that his escape had been temporarily foiled. "They don't have your shell stuffed in one of the drawers, do they?"

[runner_up_robot]

From behind the desk on the left, Forte stood up. "Hey, it's not my fault they unlock every door but the exit." He tried the door behind him half-heartedly. "Or the... file room. And I'd rather not have something jump out at me in the dark, thank you."

Then he looked down at the drawers, "Actually... for all we know, there's a key or something in here." There was just a drawer or two under each desk, but it was worth a shot.

[no_barbarian]

Teisel's answer was an inelegant snort. The image of some masked figure popping up from under the desk came to mind. "Yeah, secretaries can get real territorial." Still, he gave the area around the other desk a quick look-over with his flashlight before settling down in the chair. That sticky red paste in the hallway had been caused by something.

He yanked open a drawer, rummaging through it without much care for what was inside. "Paper clips, a stapler, a half-eaten candy bar," Teisel muttered, sinking deeper into his bad mood. "No keys in this one. Not even a lousy pair of scissors." The next drawer he simply pulled out and flipped over, letting the contents spill out onto the floor. It looked to be mostly paperwork.

"Any luck over there?" Not that Teisel was expecting anything, since apparently that just wasn't the way his life was meant to go.