Nightshift 49: Gardener's Shed

[chainsaw_royal]

[From here]Hime brought her flashlight to bear as they ended up in darkness, the beam illuminating various gardening implements and items. That was another point for Marc in her book - she'd have been grateful had he just been able to not place them anywhere dangerous, but he had in fact managed to get them exactly where she'd asked

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[scalyfishman]

One nanoklik they were in some Primus-forsaken hole in the mountainside, the next they were in the dark again. It took him a moment to grow accustomed to the darkness again, but once Depth Charge began to look around with his flashlight he could verify that they were definitely in one of the Institute's sheds. Not the one he'd made that doomed solo trip to, but maybe that was a good thing- every now and then his light picked up on the glint of metal. And really, he'd pick a pair of shears over a crummy kid's baseball back any day. No wonder Hime looked so positive.

"Me?" He shook his head slightly, glancing over his shoulder as he began examining the tools lining the wall nearest to him. "Slagged if I know. The guy sounded kinda green if you ask me. But he did seemed pretty genuine and he did make good on his word, so..." Then again, Landel was a genuine lunatic, and he always made good on his threats. It was a fine line. "Gotta wonder what he's gonna be broadcasting about, though, huh? More of those treasure hunts?"

[chainsaw_royal]

Hime had to agree that Marc did sound new to what he was doing, but in the grand scheme of things, he still probably knew more about what was going on than any of them did. As for trusting him... well, so far he'd yet to lead them astray and had even given them something pretty useful, so long as the communicators didn't explode when they turned them on.

"Perhaps. Well, we'll go with it for now," she said as she reached into a stack of tools. A bit of clattering later and she extracted a weed whacker. An experimental shake gave a sloshing noise that indicated a full tank of gas. Unfortunately, further inspection revealed brightly colored nylon cords - sure to hurt, but unlikely to actually inflict serious injury.

"A tank of gas and a metal blade, the kind they use for the lawnmower," she commanded vaguely as she looked around for exactly those. She'd prefer not to have to try and wrest such a blade from the lawnmower itself - likely they had a spare somewhere. "Anything in particular you're looking for?"

[scalyfishman]

"Not like we have any choice anyway," he muttered, but there was no real venom to it. Early days yet. At least, that's what he was telling the more pessimistic voice in the back of his processor that figured they were screwed no matter how many glorified DJs they had going

[chainsaw_royal]

As it so turned out, those were both options high on Hime's list of things to do with a can of gas, though she preferred the latter