Night 37: West Wing, South Hall 1-A

[hajike_tobiume]

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The men's block was just around the corner. So far there weren't many people out. Was she simply moving faster than the others? She hoped Ichimaru had the sense to steer far away from her and the memorial. Momo couldn't promise she wouldn't try to kill him if she saw him.

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[rectifies]

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Almost there. Just two more doors, and then Ken could deliver his goods, likely to Adelheid in person. It was too early in the night for the teenager to have moved.

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[contentincloset]

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[scalyfishman]

[From here]

More corridors. Depth Charge was getting really slagging sick of corridors. At least this one looked like it actually went somewhere interesting- if he saw another door to nowhere he'd have to break it open with his fist.

Without hesitation he walked to the end of the hallway, but this time he left the map in his journal. Even in the dark he was able to recognise it as the hallway down which he was escorted to his room. Which meant that the main hallway was just ahead of him- and hopefully a few other patients. As much as it pained him to say it, he could only blunder about in the darkness on his own for so long without any results. With any luck, he could find someone who knew where to get a few decent weapons from- maybe even someone who could lead him to where patient files were kept.

And then he'd know, once and for all, where X was hiding.

[scalyfishman]

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[unmocked_lawr]

[from here]

The hallway was fairly empty, as expected; the doors had only just unlocked. Javert glanced about briefly, then moved on.

[not_rly_fai]

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It wasn't until he was nearly there that Yuuhi realized the long coat might not be the best for night time travel, but it was a little late to drop it off now. He didn't want to go all the way back and waste time. Ah well.

He hurried down the hall, almost to his destination.

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