Nightshift 37: Entry Room
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Crane took several cautious steps inside the entry room, shining his flashlight around and taking a closer look.
The walls were certainly...cheery. Good for a mental hospital, but not exactly something that he would care for in his apartment back home. Of course, he was only ever there long enough for it to still be considered lived in. He even let the light drift up to the ceiling for a moment, just to be certain that there weren't any unwanted surprises waiting for him.
As for which one was the correct file room, there were several doors that he had to choose from, two of which appeared to have labels for the files. As for which one...it was a toss-up. The one to the left of the front door was a good enough place to start, and if it was wrong, then it wouldn't be all that difficult to try the other.
He went over behind the desk, shining his flashlight under it to make sure there weren't any surprises waiting there, either, then went to open the door. Of course, it was just his luck that the thing was locked. There wasn't really a key just lying around, and taking the time out to go search for it would only decrease his chances of getting the file before Kristoph. He was horrible at this kind of thing, but it seemed like the only option. Crane took a deep breath, stepped back, and then threw himself at the door, lowering his shoulder.
[To here]
Crane took several cautious steps inside the entry room, shining his flashlight around and taking a closer look.
The walls were certainly...cheery. Good for a mental hospital, but not exactly something that he would care for in his apartment back home. Of course, he was only ever there long enough for it to still be considered lived in. He even let the light drift up to the ceiling for a moment, just to be certain that there weren't any unwanted surprises waiting for him.
As for which one was the correct file room, there were several doors that he had to choose from, two of which appeared to have labels for the files. As for which one...it was a toss-up. The one to the left of the front door was a good enough place to start, and if it was wrong, then it wouldn't be all that difficult to try the other.
He went over behind the desk, shining his flashlight under it to make sure there weren't any surprises waiting there, either, then went to open the door. Of course, it was just his luck that the thing was locked. There wasn't really a key just lying around, and taking the time out to go search for it would only decrease his chances of getting the file before Kristoph. He was horrible at this kind of thing, but it seemed like the only option. Crane took a deep breath, stepped back, and then threw himself at the door, lowering his shoulder.
[To here]