NIGHT 54: M11-M20 Hallway
To the individuals who participated in this morning's insubordination: know that you're in part responsible for what happens tonight.
"I wasn't even here then," Alaric sighed under his breath, feeling under his pillow for the flashlight he'd found during dinner. He was starting to catch on to the game, if that's all this really was - this kind of ( Read more... )
"I wasn't even here then," Alaric sighed under his breath, feeling under his pillow for the flashlight he'd found during dinner. He was starting to catch on to the game, if that's all this really was - this kind of ( Read more... )
"I guess that answers that question," Edgar mused darkly. "I think it's safe to assume they have knowledge of what happens during the night, and aren't afraid to use it to their advantage. So much for the friendly institution facade."
At least he and Gren were on the same page: it was becoming clear from the experiments and brainwashing that Landel had research (and arguably torture for his amusement) somewhere in mind. Now that the military had taken over and was continuing the work without delay, Edgar had to agree with Gren's assessment of Landel possibly having been hired to keep the place running; however, given Landel's reaction to being stripped of his position, the man had more than a little personal investment in his work. Was it simple, that he was angry he'd not have his toys to play with anymore? Or was there something else that Landel kept hidden from Aguilar's watch?
If Landel's was anything like the Magitek Research Facility... That was still a grim thought.
As for Gren's personal experience in the matter, the tale would have to wait for another day, if it came at all. While he didn't want to pry, Edgar knew that any personal insight into a similar situation could prove useful; however, he had a meeting to make.
"We'll have to continue this conversation later," he noted, grabbing the lab coat and shovel from his closet. "But for now, it looks like you're not far off the mark." From his desk, he took the flashlight and Luxord's radio, sliding the latter out from under the ceremonial knife. He tucked his journal into his coat before heading back to the toolkit in his closet, grabbing a few spare tools and pocketing them as well. He wasn't sure where they'd be going, but luck favored the prepared.
"Be careful out there," he said over his shoulder as he headed out the door. "We might need caution more tonight than any other so far."
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He walked over to the closet while Edgar packed up, and nodded as the other left the room. "Take care of yourself out there."
He pulled the shovel out of the closet, then went back to his desk to retrieve the flashlight. It was a considerably lighter load than he'd taken on previous night, but he didn't want to be weighed down. He took one last moment to steel his resolve--he wasn't going to run from this--and stepped out into the hall to see what the night would bring.
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