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In a hallway somewhere...
Feb. 3rd, 2009 09:46 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
subsisted.livejournal.com[Raiden's heels click in an urgent pace against the floor, his visor fit firmly over his face. In his arms he carries a suspicious body-shaped plastic bag (which, every now and then, of its own volition). He pants lightly like Darth Vader, obviously out of breath from some sort of high-pressure struggle.
As he approaches the next bend in the hall, he sidles up to the wall and takes care to slowly peek out for any enemy sentries in the way ahead.
By his own mental map, he was almost at the reconnaissance point.]
As he approaches the next bend in the hall, he sidles up to the wall and takes care to slowly peek out for any enemy sentries in the way ahead.
By his own mental map, he was almost at the reconnaissance point.]
