[ The mental image of rats in a maze occurs to her, and she shakes it off. They're going to get out of this. Never mind that, presumably, the only way out is through the courtyard, which is sure to be crawling with guards, and possibly innocent people. Never mind that they have no idea where they're going, and are up against unknown numbers. They've gotten out of worse scrapes before. Probably.
Okay, she can't think of any right now, but she's sure they have.
As they run, she puts her rifle back into her digistruct device- running with that thing in one hand is just asking for it- and out comes her little Jakobs pistol.
She's keeping her eyes out for doors, vents, anything. Oddly, she swears she can smell laundry detergent, and if that's the case, then the laundry is as good as anywhere to hide.
But the laundry is below them, apparently, because there's another door- by the look of it, another laboratory-like room- and just out side of it, a square, metal door set about waist-high in the wall. ]
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Okay, she can't think of any right now, but she's sure they have.
As they run, she puts her rifle back into her digistruct device- running with that thing in one hand is just asking for it- and out comes her little Jakobs pistol.
She's keeping her eyes out for doors, vents, anything. Oddly, she swears she can smell laundry detergent, and if that's the case, then the laundry is as good as anywhere to hide.
But the laundry is below them, apparently, because there's another door- by the look of it, another laboratory-like room- and just out side of it, a square, metal door set about waist-high in the wall. ]
Peter! Laundry chute!