I patrol the length of the hallway for a time, avoiding suspicion as I go back and forth. Both ways span a long distance, and so it must be an hour before I notice that traffic’s picked up on the second floor.
When I see someone coming near Room 232 with two shields strapped to his back, I start to think I’ve got a good lead. From far away, I watch as he stops right before his room door and then... just stares at it.
Hadrian rolls his eyes, sighs heavily, and walks away. Not far behind, I follow him back to the elevator and wait for him to get on and depart. His ride takes him up, and I try to guess what flashed through his mind before he changed his plans for this evening.
I board the elevator and ride up to the third floor. I rush to make it to the medical ward before he does...
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