Night 52: West Wing, North Hall 1-A
[From here.]Even though the hallway seemed especially quiet tonight, Zack wasn't bothered. He was used to moving around in quiet areas on his own, from caverns to wide open fields to shorelines. He didn't get spooked very easily, and if anything, he felt like he was in his element. He had a weapon in hand was was moving at his own pace, not
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Well, this was the meeting point. A quick glance up and down with the flashlight made it obvious that Richter hadn't shown up yet, so Indy adjusted his fedora and settled against the wall to wait. He wasn't sure what Richter's direction to keep light away from his eyes had been about, but he was prepared to play along; he kept his flashlight beam aimed low to the ground.
The biggest obstacle between him and the mines now was whatever might be lying in wait out on the rec field. Indy glanced down the corridor to the exterior door, but he couldn't see anything, naturally. Idly, he wondered how fast Richter could run.
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Recluse decided he'd display the courtesy to allow his footsteps to be loud enough to be heard, his now glowing eyes narrowed at the glare of the flashlight he could see ahead, striding briskly up to his partner for the night, glad that the warning about his eyes had been remembered. He carried no light himself, as it would have been entirely counterproductive.
"Apologies for the wait. My weapons needed some tending to." The sword and knife he'd taken for the night had needed some sharpening, and he'd given the pistol a clean before setting out. That, and he refused to leave the room without changing into the Arachnos uniform. It was certainly not his own, but it was comforting in some small sense to slide the well-fitting leather gloves onto his hands, and openly wear the Arachnos symbol. "Are we still waiting for another, or will they not be joining us?"
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When Jones had mentioned that someone else would be coming along, Harvey had figured that it would be another stranger. To see none other than Recluse (and he couldn't take that name seriously, he just couldn't) standing there in an outfit of his own with his eyes glowing like he was some sort of genetic mutation caused Harvey to hold back for a moment.
He didn't exactly get along with Recluse, but they both had a distinct lack of morals which made him easier to be around than some of the other patients who believed in the purity of life and other such things. Things that were myths, really. But that wasn't the point right now.
It looked like Recluse had a few weapons to spare, which was good. Even though a sword seemed a little outdated, it wasn't like everyone could be lucky enough to find a gun -- and honestly, it was better than a dog leash. Jones had a machete now, at least, (which reminded Harvey of the axe he had, but that thing was so damn unwieldy), but the point still stood. It terms of someone to take ( ... )
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Recluse had been about to reply to Jones' last statement when the intercom suddenly crackled into life, making him pause mid-breath, an expression of distinct irritation settling over his features as he listened. Yes, yes, very dramatic. Did Landel just have the woman tied to a chair? It certainly didn't sound as if there was much beyond cliche happening in terms of torture. He stifled an exasperated sigh. Physical blows were never the best option, if one wanted to cause pain. Which meant Landel either really was entirely incompetent, or simply wanted to viscerally feel like he had some control over someone. Pathetic.And an attempt at moral superiority. Recluse let out a derisive snort. Unless he lied to manipulate others, he never denied what he was. There was no point, certainly not when he had long ago made the realization that morals and the ( ... )
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