Lunaticageru's 'Shopping trip'.

Mia (Winter) ,81379, Day 7

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As far as he could see, there was no one around to witness what his two Friends and himself; were doing. It was during the late evening that the Lunaticageru Clique had made it their goal to break into one of the Hospitals. A normal Pendragon would instantly think of planning and going ahead with this, in the middle of the night.. This is when the majority of nearby late-night workers and citizens were already in their own homes, snug and warm; but not for these three. Fuck the Rules.

The break-in was fairly simple, unlike the simplicity of smashing a window open, jumping in; ransacking the place of any valuables than running out through the back door. No, this was quite different. True stealth, perfect co-ordinated movements and communications between the three, and no set-backs stunted their motive. The particular hospital closes down at five and it was already well past 6.15. Only a few security lights around the perimeter were left on, and the occasional employee or employer cleaning up their space, finishing off before the whole building was locked down at 8.00pm. Save for Security Guards and, if it happened; any other would-be trespassers.

This was a typical hospital, entirely made of 3 floors plus a staff-only Basement level. The first floor was standard, public patient and visitor rooms, living quarters, and doctor/nurse specific rooms. Second floor was for private patients and their visitors, though highly restricted. Personally invited admitteds only was the Rule for this floor. Third floor was more of a home base for all employees, employers, surgeons, and the like. Back up generators and general storage and supply rooms were allocated on each floor. There was eight elevators all together: four for public use, and the remaining four reserved for the Staff.

The goldenrod furred 'thro stood there quietly in Staff Elevator No#4, having discovered the location where the Staff elevators would be used on Floor#1. The other two of the Clique's location was unknown to him, but there was only one goal in this operation in the first place: It's not as if they were to enter a building, and simply discover rooms at random times, ransacking anything of value. All three were aiming to reach Floor#3, where the storage rooms were located. That is, storage for all forms of medical supplies: Drugs, equipment, medicine, etc.

Soon, the electronic 'DING!' of the Elevator startled the PenDragon, as the narrow doors scraped open. SJ didn't wait for them to be open completely, having slipt out through them once there was enough space. The lights above each doorway was fluroscent, generating enough light to illuminate the doors and a small section of the hallyway; but you would not be able to read a book or a document in this environment.

The PenDragon padded along the empty hallway, not bothering at trying to read the small writing that covered each door, signifying what each one's purpose was: Either an office, a waiting-room, or another room. After spending a few minutes of walking past the many door-ways, he stopped infront of the nearest one; infront of it. SJ took hold of the door-handle, being a 'push down' handle; fortunately for him he could do this. Chunky fingered-hands won't make much use with a normal door knob, that requires twisting. The 'dragon pushed open the door slightly, shoving his head throug the gap enough as he tried to make out what was in this room. Apparently, it was nothing of use to the Clique. Not the Medical Storage, as he wanted it to be.

A couple of more intrusions with three more doors, one of them being securely locked; SJ did not have a significant amount of time to properly test all of the other rooms; until finding the specific one. He couldn't keep this up all night until the desired Room was discovered, and most of it's goods stolen and taken back to their home. What he needed now, was either the other two of the Clique to help speed up the task on his Floor; or at least.. continue whatever they were doing; perhaps a more widespread search.. As of now, this hallway seemed to house mostly private offices. It didn't look like it'd be here, or maybe it was just in another sub-section of this Floor.

 

The office door swung open silently, before it was carefully shut again as he squeezed past through the narrow gap between the door and the door-frame. He had flattened himself against the heavy door, his head turned to the right side of the hallway to see if there were any lurkers there. That were neither SJ, or Stitches.. He didn't care that he could not see much at this moment, he already knew where most obstacles were in his way. Even then, he could just assume that a door's here, a filing cabinet over there; and he would not run into them.. Most of the time. But he kept his score low, so there was very little chance that he would suddenly find himself plastered all over a corner-desk, or some wall that 'jumped' in front of his path.

Satisfied, the dark pendragon continued down the hall to his right, keeping clear of any doorknobs or handles that would catch onto his clothing; he did not need to be tripped over, and make unnecessary noise. Noise is .. bad. Not good. In his left hand, he held a medium-ish sized leather bag, or sack, good enough to help protect and hold its precious contents.. Tag desperately needed these particular items, not just for the rest of his clan. His right paw-hand was pressed flat against the wall as he ambled down the corridor, taking a few turns before he at last got to the right door.

With the door now open, and that there was no one else around; Tag abdruptly moved to the opposite wall, and he rapidly pushed the big, fat red button that was clearly labelled 'Staff Elevator: No.#3'. As soon as the 'Ding!' announced that the elevator's arrival, he stepped inside and pressed the button '3'. With that first part of their plan successfully done, there was nothing else to do but wait for the slow moving lift to reach the third floor. Tag was looking up at the one row of fluorescent lights that were up above the elevator's electronic sliding-doors, watching the lights blink on and off as it gradually flashed from '1' to '3'.

He did not expect it to take this long. Just what the f**k were his two other cultist friends doing with the other elevators? It was not like there were twenty different elevators with their own disegnated access floors, and their own personal purpose. He couldn't even believe that there was not an elevator reserved just for 'Emergency Use Only'. He could just imagine.. Imagine on what would happen if there was a PenDragon that desperately needed to be transferred to the second floor, Emergency Quarters; and the only options would be the public lifts that were almost constantly in use, no matter what time of day it was!

 

SJ exited the room quietly, shutting the door slowly until he heard the low click as it closed completely. At least he hadn't found any thing worthy of taking just yet, such as large objects of particular help to the Lunaticageru Clique. He wouldn't be able to carry everything, let alone leaving most of the equipment somewhere and venturing off to regroup with the other two, than finally coming back and escaping the whole building.

To help him along whatever journey he took, where-ever he was; SJ has designed and built a sort of miniature backpack. It was small enough so small objects could be placed inside it for short periods of time, basically not a long-term carrying case for heavy things. The largest item that could be held inside it would of been bandages or gauze, at least 3 medicine bottles, 5 test tubes and medical anti-septic solutions. For this trip, the 'dragon had attached a few loops on the sides to hold any more things he may have found, such as more test tubes or other small, cylinder objects. Providing that they weren't easily breakable, as there was no cover for them, the backpack being placed on his lower back and in between the joints of his wings.

A couple of more minutes wasted in entering and exiting rooms, SJ was about to give up tonight's wanderings as none of the rooms seemed to be of any, major use to him. Though.. the next room contained a few, decent equipment. After padding inside and opening one or two small, metallic cases he discovered a standard, Medical Kit. After a quick glance inside, there were small medical scissors, gauze wrap, bandages, 2 small vials of some liquid substance, and generally what he thought was needed as an emergency kit. Even though, planted on the top of the lid was a huge "Emergency Kit" label. The sienna-furred anthropomorphic grabbed hold of the rubber handle, and slipped back out of the room. At least this night wasn't particulary a big loss, though more equipment would indeed be more of a 'We've completed our mission! Loads of stuff for us to enjoy!" feeling..

The hallway seemed to be brightly lit, illuminated more than the rooms he'd just left; thanks for the lack of a light source within the deserted storage rooms. There were only about 4 doors left to open and explore within the unknown rooms, so in a random order he picked out one specific doorway.

Thankfully, it wasn't locked at all, pushing it open with a short-fingered paw until it was opened halfway. Most of the room was filled with shelves, them being filled with various jars and containers holding a variety of things. It was hard to see in the hardly-there light, but they weren't the only things in this place, disincluding himself. Since, sniffing around the shelves was the other Clique Member; Stitch-Face!

Waiting a while, SJ stepped forward before holding out the Medical Kit to Stitch-Face, his long tail flicking back and forth happily; as now he had someone to carry more things with him. "Stitch-Face, have you found anything yet? I've managed to find this Medical Kit, with is only good enough for... around.. one of us. We need more stuff. Either more, singular items or more 'Kits, though it'll be hard to take it back home.. "