[from here]As soon as she passed through the door, she nearly jumped out of her skin at the loud banging noise reverberating through the room. The cause of the noise couldn't be immediately seen as it was around a quick corner behind one of the desks up front
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Kristoph barely made an inch inside when low voices and metallic noise from his right caught the man's attention. There was no indication as to who or what was the source, though he managed to figure out there were more than one from the different pitches. Likely two humans, a male and a female.
One of tonight's runs must have beat him to the chase. This wasn't a happy fact, but Kristoph was more than willing to work around it. He could always wait or retrieve his files with nothing more than an acknowledging glance to the other party. It was not as though his activities were anything out of the ordinary.
Still, better to get a good idea of the situation before joining in. The attorney hastily clicked off the flashlight and then moved toward the file room in absolute silence, keeping his front toward the wall. The act served him well; in a matter of seconds, he was not only able to make out the words of the occupants but their identities as well.
Somewhere in the back of the attorney’s mind, he cursed. A bit less eloquently than he might normally find acceptable, but pain had a way of making exceptions.
At least he was out. Kristoph briefly glanced back to the scene still unfolding in the other room. He was tempted to slam and barricade the door, but the file remained in Crane’s hands. Until it transferred to his, the man had no intention of letting him off. To die, maybe, which was why he did nothing to assist either individual.
Crane wasn't far behind, managing to skirt around the spider's pincers as he reached the door. It left him with poor footing, however, and in one last attempt to make sure he was out of harm's way, Crane managed to trip and fall, landing right on top of Kristoph.
His grip on the file tightened, in case the other man made a grab for it, and he glanced back to see just where the spider was. Now would be a very good time for Harley to close the door, so that he could get out of here more safely.
Harley didn't need any orders to figure that one out. As soon as that thing lashed out, Harley placed both hands on the top of her head and ducked her head down, letting out a squeal as she stumbled out of the room right behind Mr. Crane in a confused panic.
As soon as they were out, Harley grabbed at the door and slammed it shut with a loud undignified BAM! She kept her back up against the door, breathing hard, arms spread wide on either side of her as though she half expected the thing to try breaking down the door. And heaven help them if it tried. That thing looked like an iron door couldn't keep it out.
A few moments of silence passed with nothing but breathing. No signs that the thing was going to pound the door down... yet. Harley didn't want to stick around too long, in any case. She looked down at the... amusing heap on the floor. Looked like Mr. Crane had decided to use Blondie for a landing pad. Now wasn't the time to laugh though.
... Oh, who was she kidding? It was the perfect time to laugh. "...Havin' fun?"
Javert swept his flashlight across the ceiling and walls as he stepped into the room, leaving the door open behind him.
The room looked clear for the moment, which was something of a relief; a quick rummage through the desks revealed nothing of particular interest, which was a bit of a disappointment but not entirely unexpected.
The map had mentioned two file rooms here, both locked; one of them had already been opened by the looks of it. Well, that was a pleasant surprise - less work to be done tonight on his part. He just had to hope his file was in that particular room.
There were two file rooms. Jason was able to tell that much as he stepped through the open door. His night vision had adjusted somewhat - enough to tell that there was someone else in the room. If he turned off his flashlight, the other might notice. No point in that. Stealth was ruined.
He said nothing, just looked at both doors. One was locked - the other wasn't. Bourne was liable to choose the path of least resistance.
The approaching glow of a flashlight from behind Javert was enough to make him turn, bringing the saber up into a defensive position, before he realized that one of Landel's creatures probably wouldn't have the ability to use one, and someone under Special Counseling wouldn't have the tact.
In that moment, dressed in his own clothing and with a weapon, he was entirely unaware of just how suspicious he himself looked.
As the other person turned, Bourne's stance changed subtly, into one that anticipated trouble. The flashlight's beam gleamed off of - was that a sword? - and a costume that looked right out of a period drama, complete with a top hat.
He was unsure whether or not to laugh, but the odd clothing gave him a moment's pause. He had been wearing his own clothes last night, when he'd been under the Institute's control. Now he had the clothes to use regularly. Who was to say the same thing hadn't happened to this man?
Bourne remained silent, continued to size up the other man, and ended up making eye contact.
They'd made it. Nothing had attacked them and there was nothing in here that looked like it was about to attack. Mori ducked a little to step through the doorway and cautiously lingered by the wall for a moment, scanning the room. He couldn't see anything dangerous, but that didn't mean danger didn't exist.
Once he was certain they were clear, he kneeled down, waiting to let Mitsukuni off his shoulders. Last night they'd found communicators, so perhaps tonight they'd find what they were really looking for. The front desk wasn't far away, so there had to be phones or something on it, right?
[It's ok I fail too D: had to find out about the phones.]
Honey jumped down, landing softly in his slippers, though he kept a careful watch with his flashlight for anything like they'd seen last night. Nothing so far.
There were a couple of desks that looked like something a receptionist might sit at, and sure enough, phones!
"There really are phones Takashi!" he said excitedly. Even though it'd been a short trip, if this was what it took to get them home, there wasn't another moment to waste. He hurried forward, picked up the receiver and waited for a dial tone.
Unfortunately, that wasn't what he heard. There was static, loud and crackly, and beneath that, he couldn't be sure, but it almost sounded like voices, though human or not, he couldn't tell either. He tried putting in a number, but nothing changed. He hung up and tried again, but the result was the same no matter what number he tried. His expression grew troubled and he held the noisy receiver out to Takashi. "Something's wrong with it."
Phones were a relief to Mori more than he wanted to show. It meant that what they had been doing wasn't for naught and it gave Mitsukuni a bit of hope (and himself that same hope, too). If there were phones, then there was communication with the outside world and-
Something was wrong and Mori moved forward, frowning when he watched Mitsukuni fiddle with the phones. His cousin held up the receiver to him and he took it, listening carefully to the static and the...voices? Eyes narrowed, he pressed the receiver against his ear and tried to discern what they were saying, but he couldn't. Maybe phones didn't work at night? That would mean he'd have to figure out some way to get to them during the day. Putting the receiver back onto the phone, Mori thought for a moment and then said, "At least they're here. Maybe we can try in the morning?"
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Kristoph barely made an inch inside when low voices and metallic noise from his right caught the man's attention. There was no indication as to who or what was the source, though he managed to figure out there were more than one from the different pitches. Likely two humans, a male and a female.
One of tonight's runs must have beat him to the chase. This wasn't a happy fact, but Kristoph was more than willing to work around it. He could always wait or retrieve his files with nothing more than an acknowledging glance to the other party. It was not as though his activities were anything out of the ordinary.
Still, better to get a good idea of the situation before joining in. The attorney hastily clicked off the flashlight and then moved toward the file room in absolute silence, keeping his front toward the wall. The act served him well; in a matter of seconds, he was not only able to make out the words of the occupants but their identities as well.
For one of them, at least. Crane?
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Somewhere in the back of the attorney’s mind, he cursed. A bit less eloquently than he might normally find acceptable, but pain had a way of making exceptions.
At least he was out. Kristoph briefly glanced back to the scene still unfolding in the other room. He was tempted to slam and barricade the door, but the file remained in Crane’s hands. Until it transferred to his, the man had no intention of letting him off. To die, maybe, which was why he did nothing to assist either individual.
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Crane wasn't far behind, managing to skirt around the spider's pincers as he reached the door. It left him with poor footing, however, and in one last attempt to make sure he was out of harm's way, Crane managed to trip and fall, landing right on top of Kristoph.
His grip on the file tightened, in case the other man made a grab for it, and he glanced back to see just where the spider was. Now would be a very good time for Harley to close the door, so that he could get out of here more safely.
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As soon as they were out, Harley grabbed at the door and slammed it shut with a loud undignified BAM! She kept her back up against the door, breathing hard, arms spread wide on either side of her as though she half expected the thing to try breaking down the door. And heaven help them if it tried. That thing looked like an iron door couldn't keep it out.
A few moments of silence passed with nothing but breathing. No signs that the thing was going to pound the door down... yet. Harley didn't want to stick around too long, in any case. She looked down at the... amusing heap on the floor. Looked like Mr. Crane had decided to use Blondie for a landing pad. Now wasn't the time to laugh though.
... Oh, who was she kidding? It was the perfect time to laugh. "...Havin' fun?"
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Javert swept his flashlight across the ceiling and walls as he stepped into the room, leaving the door open behind him.
The room looked clear for the moment, which was something of a relief; a quick rummage through the desks revealed nothing of particular interest, which was a bit of a disappointment but not entirely unexpected.
The map had mentioned two file rooms here, both locked; one of them had already been opened by the looks of it. Well, that was a pleasant surprise - less work to be done tonight on his part. He just had to hope his file was in that particular room.
[waiting unknowingly for Bourne]
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There were two file rooms. Jason was able to tell that much as he stepped through the open door. His night vision had adjusted somewhat - enough to tell that there was someone else in the room. If he turned off his flashlight, the other might notice. No point in that. Stealth was ruined.
He said nothing, just looked at both doors. One was locked - the other wasn't. Bourne was liable to choose the path of least resistance.
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In that moment, dressed in his own clothing and with a weapon, he was entirely unaware of just how suspicious he himself looked.
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He was unsure whether or not to laugh, but the odd clothing gave him a moment's pause. He had been wearing his own clothes last night, when he'd been under the Institute's control. Now he had the clothes to use regularly. Who was to say the same thing hadn't happened to this man?
Bourne remained silent, continued to size up the other man, and ended up making eye contact.
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They'd made it. Nothing had attacked them and there was nothing in here that looked like it was about to attack. Mori ducked a little to step through the doorway and cautiously lingered by the wall for a moment, scanning the room. He couldn't see anything dangerous, but that didn't mean danger didn't exist.
Once he was certain they were clear, he kneeled down, waiting to let Mitsukuni off his shoulders. Last night they'd found communicators, so perhaps tonight they'd find what they were really looking for. The front desk wasn't far away, so there had to be phones or something on it, right?
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Honey jumped down, landing softly in his slippers, though he kept a careful watch with his flashlight for anything like they'd seen last night. Nothing so far.
There were a couple of desks that looked like something a receptionist might sit at, and sure enough, phones!
"There really are phones Takashi!" he said excitedly. Even though it'd been a short trip, if this was what it took to get them home, there wasn't another moment to waste. He hurried forward, picked up the receiver and waited for a dial tone.
Unfortunately, that wasn't what he heard. There was static, loud and crackly, and beneath that, he couldn't be sure, but it almost sounded like voices, though human or not, he couldn't tell either. He tried putting in a number, but nothing changed. He hung up and tried again, but the result was the same no matter what number he tried. His expression grew troubled and he held the noisy receiver out to Takashi. "Something's wrong with it."
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Something was wrong and Mori moved forward, frowning when he watched Mitsukuni fiddle with the phones. His cousin held up the receiver to him and he took it, listening carefully to the static and the...voices? Eyes narrowed, he pressed the receiver against his ear and tried to discern what they were saying, but he couldn't. Maybe phones didn't work at night? That would mean he'd have to figure out some way to get to them during the day. Putting the receiver back onto the phone, Mori thought for a moment and then said, "At least they're here. Maybe we can try in the morning?"
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