“Well?” she asked, starting to get nervous at how long this was taking.
Ghost let out a long sigh, leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes.
He never ceased to amaze her with his ability to relax no matter the situation. It was as if at some point his mind had just seen enough and decided it wasn’t having any more, like a surgeon who was no longer bothered by blood or a gravedigger who’d gotten used to corpses.
“Well, we’re still alive; that’s definitely a good thing.” He opened his eyes and smiled gently at her.
“And…”
“I doubt there was only one ghoul in here. But it does seem like no-one’s interested in this place. I don’t know if we could hold it against anyone who was determined, but for the time being we could use it. We’d need to clear out the ghouls I think.”
“You think?” Amber reflected that sometimes Ghost thought so far outside the box that the box may as well not even be there.
“They act as a deterrent to other people and they camouflage our being here. But no, you’re right, it’s too dangerous, Best be rid of them.” Ghost rose from the chair soundlessly and whispered “Let’s get out of here nice and safely”.
She nodded her agreement.
Unfortunately that still left the question of “How?”. They could break down the security window, but that would take time and create a lot of noise. There was door that led to the secretary’s office, but that was pretty cramped. Or they could go back the way they came.
“Secretary’s office,” Ghost said after a pause. He’d thought this through before-hand and nothing seemed to be different to what he’d expected. Amber nodded and listened carefully at the door, but heard nothing.
The door unlocked easily from their side. Ghost blurred and walked in whilst staying in the room with Amber. The Ghost next to Amber vanished when the one in the Secretary’s room was happy he was safe. From there the door to the outside opened easily. In theory at this point, they could probably just run and shoot anything that tried to stop them. For most people the corridor outside the Secretary’s office had been meaningless. It was somewhere you passed through to get to somewhere else. From class to class or from the canteen to the playground. For Ghost it had been a place to think. To see what happened in the in-between. He was surprised how strong his memories of this place were. Calmly, they walked out across it.
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