>>5714790Derelict save for a few <span class="mu-s">EXERCISE MACHINES, SOME FREE-WEIGHTS AND DUMBBELLS, MEDICINE BALLS, A PAIR OF BOXING GLOVES HUNG ON A PEG BY THE DOOR,</span> the gym is, for all intents and purposes, relatively mundane… a <span class="mu-s">DOOR</span> sits nestled in the back corner of the room next to a <span class="mu-s">TREADMILL</span>, but unlike the one you entered from it seems to actually be closed. A sign with the word ‘<span class="mu-s">SAUNA</span>’ is hung over it in plain black letters.
The nurse’s area is even more bare-bones–like the camera feed showed, all she has set up are two <span class="mu-s">FOLDING CHAIRS, A FOLDING TABLE, A COT WITH A PAPER SHEET, AND A LIGHT METAL SET OF DRAWERS.</span> A <span class="mu-s">COFFEE MAKER</span> sits atop the latter with some brew still inside.
While you’re cataloging the room, Pepper is already getting to work looting the medical supplies! Chucking a bottle of <span class="mu-s">HAUSER-BRAND PAINKILLERS</span> your way, her brow furrows a bit as she produces a <span class="mu-s">LEATHER NOTEBOOK</span> as well! What’s it say, you ask as you pocket the pills!
Flipping through the pages with growing dissatisfaction on her face, your partner responds with a despondent groan! “<span class="mu-i">Nothing</span>...” As the redhead continues her looting of the modest folding table and drawers set up for the nurse, her eyes light up with an idea!
“Flick the light on for me, wouldja’, Diesel?”
Sure thing. Doing what she says, you can’t help but frown at the nurse’s setup as Pepper holds the notebook up to the light! Doesn’t look like she’s been here much, huh?
The journalist doesn’t respond as she carefully examines each page with growing irritation on her face. Well?
“... nothing.” She sighs as she beckons you closer. Peering over her shoulder, you have no trouble seeing what she means–the journal is completely blank. No hidden messages, no incriminating details, nothing but the smell of fresh paper.
“She <span class="mu-i">could’ve</span> written in some other way…” suggests Pepper as you continue to loot the nurse’s drawers (not in <span class="mu-i">that</span> way, you sicko). Even if she did, you mutter as you dig past unopened boxes of <span class="mu-s">BANDAGES, TONGUE DEPRESSORS, COFFEE FILTERS, AND A LASER THERMOMETER,</span> all of which you shamelessly stuff into your pockets, you don’t really have the time to examine it right now…
“Whad’ I say about <span class="mu-i">speculation</span>, sandcrab?”
You’ll speculate later when a person isn’t <span class="mu-i">bleeding out</span>, you counter! She’s relentless, isn’t she?
Finally coming across a <span class="mu-s">FIRST AID KIT</span> still sealed in plastic wrap, you wave it in your partner’s face with a cocky grin! Bingo!
“That should do the trick!” She nods as she rises to her feet and brushes the creases out of her skirt, “Let’s go!”
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