Another flash. This time, the man was much closer, and appeared to be heading toward the door. He may have seen me in the flash, though I doubt he could make out my features any more than I could see his, and instead he merely knew that the safest option was to escape from the mysterious intruder while he still had the chance.
The door opened, and light trickled into the room. I saw his face, old and wrinkled, carrying a look of surprise and anger. I rushed to the door, and chased my target down the hallway, holding the miniature bomb in my hand. He turned to look at his killer, eyes wide with the realization of my identity, before sprinting to the stairs and screaming for security.
If he hadn't looked back, he might have got away. I caught him opening
Warning: some sloppy Japanese words
"Hey, Newt! Do me a favor and tell (y/n) we need her!" said Jeff loudly.
Newt rubbed the back of his neck tiredly. "Okay!"
Jogging slightly, Newt looked around the Glade, trying to find the (h/c) haired girl. 'At times like this she should be with Frypan…' So Newt jogged to the kitchen, and true to his thought, (y/n) was looking through the spices Frypan had.
"Hi, (y/n)!" Newt greeted as he nodded to Frypan.
(Y/n) turned around and smiled at Newt. "Newt!" She exclaimed happily.
"Uh, how do I put this…" Newt mumbled.
(Y/n) tilted her head slightly. "Newt?"
"You-" He pointed at her, "-are needed-" he waved his hand up and down, and then tapped his own chest with one hand as another one waved like denying, "at the Med-Jacks." He held his head like he was in pain. 'Uh, that was good enough, right?'