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Justice RIDES AGAIN!!!
Adapted for the dim world far below the waves, Manami's eyes had adjusted swiftly to the shadowy conditions of the basement shelter, and she'd stood helpfully at the foot of the stairs ushering students down the last few steps. Then somebody had thought to hit the light switch. The old fluorescent tube lights were slow to flicker on, but harsh. Her pupils clamped back down pretty quickly, but the process still left her a little dazed and nearly blinded for perhaps half a minute. She milled along with the students to the middle of the shelter, almost tripping over a folding chair that everybody else had walked around. As her vision returned she began to register some of the details of the room. There were perhaps another dozen folding chairs scattered around, and a vaguely unpleasant musky sort of smell. The floor and the air felt damp, in a way that was probably unpleasantly cold and clammy to the others but a bit of a relief for her after the full glare of the Baltimore summer sun. There were four grimy plastic folding tables laid out among the chairs, more or less, but not quite, in rows. One of them had a partly done jigsaw puzzle on it, the others had various board games spilling out of mildew stained cardboard boxes. There was another door at the far end of the room which looked seriously secure apart from the fact that it was ajar. Beyond it, a corridor which presumably led back to the main building to judge from the fact that more students were scurrying down it towards them. She turned her attention towards her own charges and did a quick head count. Relieved to find they were all safe, she gave them a double thumbs up to boost morale and turned to report to Sensei Wolf.
"Team red all present and accounted for, Sensei W- ...Sensei?"
Her heart sank.