Night 55: M41-M50 Hallway

[corvus_veritas]

.....Ow. Okay, uh. Was all that static really necessary? If that guy was hoping to give everyone a migraine, he was certainly on the right track. He excelled at being annoying as much as he did delivering creepy, cryptic messages. Alright. Good for you, whoever you were.

But no matter. The strange speech over the intercom was the least of the

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[unheroed]

When night was ushered in quietly -- without the booming, overdone voice of Martin Landel blaring out of it -- Harvey was almost glad that the man was gone and that he had been replaced by people who were a bit more realistic. However, realism in a situation where they'd all been kidnapped and put into boot camp wasn't necessarily a good thing. That was soon proved when the firm yet composed tone of the general came through the speakers, announcing that they would once again be evaluated.

While Harvey had no interest in impressing someone who was holding him captive, it was good luck that he happened to be doing something worthwhile with his time tonight. Would getting through the basement be considered "valuable" or rebellious? There was only one way to find out.

Not that Harvey expected to get presented with a medal for achieving something like that. Aguilar seemed interested in treating them all as one group, handing out punishments to them as a whole rather than singling people out. Maybe that was for the best; attracting too much attention to oneself was only good in certain situations.

Either way, he wasn't going to dwell on the general's words. He had a group of people to meet, though the number seemed to have grown as the day had gone by -- he wasn't sure how much the final count was, but he hoped it wasn't like that other night when they'd been ambushed in the Sun Room. Even after splitting up, their groups had been too weighed down.

That remained to be seen, though, and so Harvey quickly got ready for the night. He'd already pulled all of his necessities out of the metal box they'd been given: gun, metal pipe, flashlight, and radio. It was an arsenal he'd become rather fond of, especially after last night with the necrits. The pipe had been particularly useful then. And if he and S.T. were right and they would be facing a physical challenge tonight, then he was probably going to need it again. The gun, too.

He nodded to his roommate in parting, wondering how Lunge would be spending his time and yet knowing that he could ask the next day if he was that curious. Right now he needed to focus on making sure that they reached the second half of the basement successfully. The first step to that was being on time to meet everyone, and so he walked out of the door and down the hall at a brisk pace.

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