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FTEC, Friday (17/9)
Friday, September 17th, 2010 07:10 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
justhisblogger.livejournal.comJohn smiled at the nurses as he came in (he was going for flirtatious, and almost even hit it; at least one nurse shot him a nice smile back) and then stopped, fleetingly, by the front desk. Right.
This was to be his workplace from now on in.
His eyes darted around the room, taking in the number of exits, the open planes of the room, the piranhas flying around outside--
He blinked.
Well, John thought, as he sank down behind the desk and palmed his service pistol where it sat in its holster at his hip, at least I'm not going to be bored here.
He'd be lying if he said part of him didn't want to go out there and shoot a couple.
This was to be his workplace from now on in.
His eyes darted around the room, taking in the number of exits, the open planes of the room, the piranhas flying around outside--
He blinked.
Well, John thought, as he sank down behind the desk and palmed his service pistol where it sat in its holster at his hip, at least I'm not going to be bored here.
He'd be lying if he said part of him didn't want to go out there and shoot a couple.