Weaponless: The Modern Ronin
The hallways were dark. This was intentional. It was the middle of the night but guards still prowled the corridors. Lahav blended with the walls. That was also intentional for he did not want to turn his camouflage suit on. In this light, or lack there of, it was completely unnecessary. He listened. The hallways were also silent. He moved out.
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