[Blaine looked around, not touching anything but walking between the tables. Yes, he definitely knew a clinical lab when he saw it. Johnny was here, somewhere, and Collette, Vanadi, and countless others he knew. His stomach did not turn. He didn't feel anything but anger that ran hot and burned under his skin. He clenched a fist but didn't hit anything. There was no other sign but the coldness in his eyes and the slightly stiff way he walked as he went towards the other side to the next door.]
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Let's go.