[Author's note: I'm trying something. About each chapter or a part of one will have a song listed to set the mood. It will be from Youtube.]
"Okay, team, set up the cameras at the designated spots. Watch it Larry! That thing's expensive!" The leader called out.
"Yeah, Boss."
"Your tone, Larry." He emphasized his name.
"So," one of the 'tourists' caught the newbie's attention from her work, "how long did you say you were on this team?"
"Oh, I've extensively studied countless documented accounts and –"
"So how long?"
She gave him a hard look. "This is my first job with Mr. Dwork and his crew."
"Oh." He turned away disappointed to find no stories to devour. (He did earn a loud 'hmph' though.)
(line, breakbreakbreak, and no, I'll probably will not put bread again even though I just did)
He he, what a snob. The shadows of a far, quiet corner giggled.
I know who we can harass. One sung.
Yeah! The smallest one whispered.
But Zasha-
She would hate to know a jerk like that walks the halls.
He's not necessarily a jerk.
Yes he is. Probably sexist, too.
Well . . .
Shut up, she's doing that blanking out thing when people think they hear something!
But! The youngest earned a bonk on the head, he looked up to find Abigail with her finger to her lips.
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"Miss Simone, is something the matter?" She looked up at her fellow crew member. A well-built man.
"Yeah, is something the matter?" The man from before called out taunting, earning a pack of tarps tossed into his chest, hard.
Yup, he's meat.
She swirled around to peer down the hall listening, ignoring both comments even though she noted to herself to answer Zak. The shadows seemed quiet.
"Excuse me?"
"Oh, right. I . . . let's make sure we set some audio sensors in the end of the east wing."
A questioning look at first but then Zak smiled. "Alright."
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[Inspiration: Earth 2160 Soundtrack Main Theme (Must Be Strong)]
Slowly, taking her time, Zasha drifted silently down, shifting through the walls. Expertly avoiding being seen, she took a quick peek at her usually haunt making sure all was in order. The youngest patients soon to be asleep, once her job for tonight was done, the elderly snoring. A surprise waiting for the orderly in the form of a rather large bug in his lunch, which she may or may have not added. He he he he. She sank lower, frowning, knowing what waited for her down deep into the parts of the subbasement the orderlies can only tell rumors about their existent. She emerged into the larger chamber shivering. His, no its, vindictive anger's pulse pounded against its concrete tomb. Gently with a hiss, wisps of dust would flee from the fissures in the sediment and bricks with each beat of its 'soul.' Her expression blanked, she lost herself in thought. Monsters do exist. Her features drooped, memories flooding back. Though her hand shook, her resolve grew as she reached into her pouch and drew out her chalk. She work busily retracing the others' drawings, she didn't risk them down here anymore to redo them themselves. As the chalk started drift against the reddish bricks it sparked slightly but it and that horrid noise lessened as the squibbles, old and new, began to dimly glow and burned into the quivering wall. The simplest protective seal. You're not getting out.