The hallway looks clear. Zed is straining for sounds of anything amiss, but nothing. Nothing.
What the hell is bugging him then?
They're nearly at the right-hand door. Zed gestures toward it.
"This is the door to our shooting range. That's where we're going. The main command room is through a door on the opposite wall. We put it there on purpose to make it hard to find. If the damn Oil hadn't compromised any Agents, I wouldn't be worried. But now we might get there and find the Oil waiting for us. But--."
Zed stops and stares at a trash can ten feet farther down the hall. "I don't remember that being there."
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Date: 2007-03-04 03:48 am (UTC)What the hell is bugging him then?
They're nearly at the right-hand door. Zed gestures toward it.
"This is the door to our shooting range. That's where we're going. The main command room is through a door on the opposite wall. We put it there on purpose to make it hard to find. If the damn Oil hadn't compromised any Agents, I wouldn't be worried. But now we might get there and find the Oil waiting for us. But--."
Zed stops and stares at a trash can ten feet farther down the hall. "I don't remember that being there."
And that's when the trash can moves.
"Aww, SHIT."