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Nyana's NDPD Gift (for Phil Coulson)
Jan. 2nd, 2013 09:09 am"Moving from the Footlight," I muttered into my radio box. I glanced around, with a special focus on up. "All clear."
It was another week of Rapture Duty, and for the first time, Sieur Coulson and I had switched places. I tried to take this as the compliment that it was: Coulson felt that I was ready to take care of myself in this place, with my ITF sidearm -- or, at least, I was ready enough to be tested. If so, I was firm in my resolve not to fail.
But that did not change the fact that Rapture was creepy. Pigface, was it creepy! And the fact that Sieur Druitt lived down here, somewhere, perhaps should have helped, but really didn't. What sort of person chose to live down here among all the rust and the damp and the desolation?
This place is empty, I told myself. I reminded myself that ITF leaders said so in the briefings. It's empty. Maybe. And the "maybe" is why I was here.
I came to the end of the corridor, checked for places where monsters might have cover, then turned to my right. "Clearing the entrance to the Kashmir Restaurant," I said into my radio. "All clear."
It was another week of Rapture Duty, and for the first time, Sieur Coulson and I had switched places. I tried to take this as the compliment that it was: Coulson felt that I was ready to take care of myself in this place, with my ITF sidearm -- or, at least, I was ready enough to be tested. If so, I was firm in my resolve not to fail.
But that did not change the fact that Rapture was creepy. Pigface, was it creepy! And the fact that Sieur Druitt lived down here, somewhere, perhaps should have helped, but really didn't. What sort of person chose to live down here among all the rust and the damp and the desolation?
This place is empty, I told myself. I reminded myself that ITF leaders said so in the briefings. It's empty. Maybe. And the "maybe" is why I was here.
I came to the end of the corridor, checked for places where monsters might have cover, then turned to my right. "Clearing the entrance to the Kashmir Restaurant," I said into my radio. "All clear."
