Night 53: M41-M50 Hallway

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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

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Tonight Dent left with a parting shot- an encouraging one at that, even if it was placed within a firmly realistic understanding of what 'further' meant here. In his own way, Lunge returned the favour by looking away as the man removed his bandages with a soft, uncomfortable rip that caught on his nerves probably more than the sight of it alone would have done. Years of visiting crime scenes could harden you, yes, but- well. Even Lunge had to allow himself a split-second or two of weakness every now and then. Anyway. Judging by Dent's avoidance of his question about how he'd gotten his scars, he supposed the man didn't want anyone prying. That was good enough for him- for now.

As for himself, he only had a few things to collect: flashlight, radio, batteries, and hunting knife, all assembled on the desk. While he organised himself he had the intercom messages to consider, too- aside from the obvious mystery of the 'Eagle' (the authority figure he'd considered before, but who was he? what was his role?), there was the general cryptic wording of Landel's announcement. He'd sounded scattered- everything about his wording sounded unscripted, quite unlike the polished performances the man could put on when it suited him. He was genuinely rattled, wasn't he?

Warm clothes. He and L were heading to the ruins, so they'd need warm clothes. Switching on his flashlight, Lunge made for his closet to pull out a sweater, and- what was this?

Hanging among the various alternate Institute uniforms, as though it had been there all along, was his suit- charcoal grey jacket and pants, white shirt, even his usual striped tie. But why? There was no real advantage or disadvantage to having it- plenty of people had clothing from home suddenly appear, so it seemed- so why bother?

... hmm. It didn't matter. There were more pockets in his suit, and better shoes for the cold. He changed quickly and distributed his night's inventory in his new pockets before stepping out of the door.

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