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savethedarkness[M knew something was wrong the moment she turned the corner. it was still dim, but the air was fresher, now, cleaner than it should have been - drier. she could no longer hear Kincaide's footsteps in front of her, nor any other sign of him. and not to mention, well, the walls were of a distinctly more modern quality all of a sudden. she wished she had Bond's Walther with her, still, even if it was out of shot. she could still use it to do some sort of damage if anyone came on her... whatever the bloody hell was going on.
keeping her back to the wall, she edged along it until she found another corner - and then her foot bumped against something. bending down, stiffly, as much as she could, she found the foreign object, and --]
What in God's name ...
[she moved closer to one of the lights and inspected the book - which happened to have her name on the cover. right. she wouldn't open it until she knew she was in a safe place. God only knew if it was some morbid thing Silva had planted, some kind of -
and now she was being paranoid. slowly, she breathed out through her nose and did the best thing she knew how to do: she pressed on. a few more turns brought her out through a large arch with two more on either side of her, and a door in front. holding the book tightly in her hand, ready to use it as a bludgeon if necessary, she put her back to the side of the door and opened it.
nothing.
she checked the hall outside, then stepped out and inspected the door she'd walked through, labeled simply: Insolitus.
well, now. leaning heavily against the wall outside the door, she turned her attention to the book, cracking it open and leaving a bloody smear along the edge of the page]
What the bloody hell is going on here...?
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