Nightshift 32 - Disciplinary Therapy Corridor
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Clark sounded almost sheepish. "Lucky, I guess. Just needed a good kick."
It didn't sound very convincing to him, but then again, why would he have to lie (looking at it from an outsider's perspective)? He followed after Claire, peering over her shoulder as she took a cautious look inside the hall as the unlocked door swung open, the broken lock giving a quiet scraping noise as it was pushed by the door, skittering. He winced a little, half-expecting something to come at them.
"Let's try them," he said. Even if they weren't all rusted like this one, he figured he could come back another night and try to break into them himself. If there was something there that could help Claire and Kyon, Clark told himself that he'd find it.
Clark sounded almost sheepish. "Lucky, I guess. Just needed a good kick."
It didn't sound very convincing to him, but then again, why would he have to lie (looking at it from an outsider's perspective)? He followed after Claire, peering over her shoulder as she took a cautious look inside the hall as the unlocked door swung open, the broken lock giving a quiet scraping noise as it was pushed by the door, skittering. He winced a little, half-expecting something to come at them.
"Let's try them," he said. Even if they weren't all rusted like this one, he figured he could come back another night and try to break into them himself. If there was something there that could help Claire and Kyon, Clark told himself that he'd find it.