Nightshift 35: M21-30 Hallway
Qui-Gon worked fast. At least someone around here knew how to be efficient.
Sanzo didn't bother sleeping after dinner, instead opting to change, and quickly.
That task itself wasn't an easy one. Nothing was, when you'd just been gutted the night before. Getting the arm warmers on made his stomach somersault, as each little motion jostled his shoulder. Pulling his arms through the robe sleeves sent lances of pain down his torso, but he just grit his teeth, and went for the other arm. It took some doing, but he soon had the sash tied around his waist, the breastplate settled against his chest.
The Smith & Wesson had been cleaned, reloaded, and tucked into his robes. Enough ammo and cigarettes to last the night. There was just one more thing he had to take care of.
He knelt, and reached under the bed, carefully drawing out the bonesaw. It wasn't as good as Goku's Nyoibo, but the monkey would have to make do. It was better than being weaponless.
Sanzo didn't bother sleeping after dinner, instead opting to change, and quickly.
That task itself wasn't an easy one. Nothing was, when you'd just been gutted the night before. Getting the arm warmers on made his stomach somersault, as each little motion jostled his shoulder. Pulling his arms through the robe sleeves sent lances of pain down his torso, but he just grit his teeth, and went for the other arm. It took some doing, but he soon had the sash tied around his waist, the breastplate settled against his chest.
The Smith & Wesson had been cleaned, reloaded, and tucked into his robes. Enough ammo and cigarettes to last the night. There was just one more thing he had to take care of.
He knelt, and reached under the bed, carefully drawing out the bonesaw. It wasn't as good as Goku's Nyoibo, but the monkey would have to make do. It was better than being weaponless.