Night 53: M41-M50 Hallway
Dinner had turned out to just be a session of complaining with Lunge about how hard it was to get things done in this place, which just made Harvey take a step back and realize that complaining wasn't going to get him anywhere. As much as he enjoyed stewing in his own anger, the only thing he could do was keep going. That explosion had taken a lot of things from him, but ambition was not one of them. It was just directed to a different cause now.
Landel's hadn't really been part of the equation, but he had to deal with this before he could get back to the rest of it. If only Batman had actually stayed put here, but that was obviously too much to ask from The Dark Knight.
Landel himself was acting nervous, but it seemed like the reasoning behind that wouldn't come to light until the next day. Or... not? He was being extremely vague, which just made Harvey shake his head and ignore it as he grabbed for flashlight, metal pipe, and gun, as usual. He had to admit it was nice, not having to worry about Lunge seeing it. And he hadn't touched it, either.
"Here's to both of us getting further tonight," he said with a shrug, not sounding all that convinced. He already knew that this was an uphill battle, but he wasn't one to lay down and die. So, as he quickly pulled the bandages from his face, not even wincing when they caught on tender patches of burnt skin before pulling away, he turned toward the door.
"I'll see you tomorrow." That was all he had to say before stepping through and heading down the hall.
[To here.]
Landel's hadn't really been part of the equation, but he had to deal with this before he could get back to the rest of it. If only Batman had actually stayed put here, but that was obviously too much to ask from The Dark Knight.
Landel himself was acting nervous, but it seemed like the reasoning behind that wouldn't come to light until the next day. Or... not? He was being extremely vague, which just made Harvey shake his head and ignore it as he grabbed for flashlight, metal pipe, and gun, as usual. He had to admit it was nice, not having to worry about Lunge seeing it. And he hadn't touched it, either.
"Here's to both of us getting further tonight," he said with a shrug, not sounding all that convinced. He already knew that this was an uphill battle, but he wasn't one to lay down and die. So, as he quickly pulled the bandages from his face, not even wincing when they caught on tender patches of burnt skin before pulling away, he turned toward the door.
"I'll see you tomorrow." That was all he had to say before stepping through and heading down the hall.
[To here.]