Night 51: Hallway M21-M30
Well, that put a damper on any swimming plans. Abe could hardly leave L to his fate, he had enough guilt for what had happened to Scarecrow and nobody deserved such tortures. He packed up quickly, slipping the ring onto his finger (if he made it outside again he'd need to mark the place as Landel had said) and snapping the BPRD-issue belt around
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There had to be one around somewhere, but he had yet to find it for himself. The pharmacy, maybe. He needed to get up there in the worst way, but for now he was going to have to just shove all of his supplies into a pillow case -- or rather, arrange his supplies neatly in a pillow case and hope for the best. Syringes were not items that could be treated harshly, after all; he was just glad that they were packaged in a small box so that they weren't free-floating. It would be far too easy for one to get uncapped and jab someone through the flimsy fabric of his makeshift bag ( ... )
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