Night 53, West Wing, South Hall 2-B
[from here]
The radio S.T. was carrying crackled to life as Mello made a beeline for the door between him and that hall. Between him and saving Matt, if he was lucky and fast enough. Mello mostly ignored the broadcast, having long since decided the rebels were incompetent at best, and outright tools of the Head Arsehole at worst; and though he noted the advice to head outside, he wasn't about to follow it.
A glance to make sure S.T. wasn't inserting himself into the proceedings in a way that would get him hurt, and Mello got a running half-step's start, and kicked the door open.
Nothing.
No sounds, no people. Too late after all. His shoulders sagged, and the bugs lit right the fuck up. You knew you never had a chance. When they take people, they don't let them go until it's over. And now you have to wait, and try to guess what they're doing to him, and know you can't stop it, and know he'd never be here in the first place if it weren't for you.
Mello didn't need to be reminded of any of that. He looked over at S.T., as if noticing his presence all over again. "How long. How long does it take?"
The radio S.T. was carrying crackled to life as Mello made a beeline for the door between him and that hall. Between him and saving Matt, if he was lucky and fast enough. Mello mostly ignored the broadcast, having long since decided the rebels were incompetent at best, and outright tools of the Head Arsehole at worst; and though he noted the advice to head outside, he wasn't about to follow it.
A glance to make sure S.T. wasn't inserting himself into the proceedings in a way that would get him hurt, and Mello got a running half-step's start, and kicked the door open.
Nothing.
No sounds, no people. Too late after all. His shoulders sagged, and the bugs lit right the fuck up. You knew you never had a chance. When they take people, they don't let them go until it's over. And now you have to wait, and try to guess what they're doing to him, and know you can't stop it, and know he'd never be here in the first place if it weren't for you.
Mello didn't need to be reminded of any of that. He looked over at S.T., as if noticing his presence all over again. "How long. How long does it take?"