Night 51: West Wing, South Hall 1-A

[sixth_attack]

[From here.]

Walking through the darkness, Sechs reluctantly admitted to himself that going alone to somewhere dangerous as the second floor with his condition wasn't exactly the smartest idea in the world. Heck, he could easily picture Kibitoshin having some spectacular fret fest if he knew about what Sechs was doing right then! Still, whatever

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[unheroed]

[From here.]As Harvey moved down the hall toward the nurse's station, he couldn't help noticing that the kid he'd spoken to in the grocery store at Doyleton that past Saturday was waiting around nearby. They hadn't gotten to know each other well enough for him to even give him a nod, especially since the young man seemed to be deep in thought

[its_the_mileage]

[from here]Indy'd thought he'd made good time to the hall, but the small crowd of people already moving through it suggested otherwise. He let out a small grunt of annoyance--you just never knew here. As luck would have it, he could already pick out Dent waiting for him up ahead by the wall, so they at least weren't going to be any later in leaving. Wherever they were going, Indy was ready to hurry up and get there

[unheroed]

Not too many people had walked past him before Jones had shown up, which meant that Harvey wasn't really given the chance to glare. And his glare was something to jump at when he actually had his bandages off, but it seemed that Jones was used to it by now, what with the way that he just walked up and started talking. He didn't seem all that bothered by the gun, either, which made sense, seeing how he had been acting like he wanted one of his own

[its_the_mileage]

Indy was relieved to see the gun go back into Dent's pants (which was still dangerous as hell, but at least that made it only Dent's problem rather than the whole hall's, and Indy could empathize with the difficulty of finding somewhere to put a gun that was easily accessible to you but not anyone else. Which reminded him, he really needed to come up with some kind of belt to keep his equipment on; keeping the whip looped over his shoulder all night was starting to get old