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Nicholas sat in a corner of the library, surrounded by books. He was only reading one, but the rest lay scattered around him. A vacant smile lay on his face, and he was obviously absorbed in his book. Suddenly, he heard a chuckle from nearby, and set his book down. His eyes scanned across the library, until he spotted someone curled up on the ground, laughing madly. He grabbed his book, and two others, then walked over, his glasses lying perfectly balanced on his nose. He silently spoke, his voice calm and collected. "Target indentified. Confronting."
He walked up to the person laughing wildly, and lay a hand on their heart. "Your chance of survival is about 50-50, more if you can get to the medical wing soon. Now, have you seen a clown?" The person nodded, still wheezing and laughing, and pointed down a nearby bookcase. Nicholas rose, and for a moment, he looked like some finely-tuned robot. "Location confirmed. Let's get down to business."
He walked up to the person laughing wildly, and lay a hand on their heart. "Your chance of survival is about 50-50, more if you can get to the medical wing soon. Now, have you seen a clown?" The person nodded, still wheezing and laughing, and pointed down a nearby bookcase. Nicholas rose, and for a moment, he looked like some finely-tuned robot. "Location confirmed. Let's get down to business."