Day 57: Intercom, Evening

[damned_intercom]

Varying opinions aside about the new caretakers, the efficiency of the military was worthy of some admiration. The Great Escape ended with minutes to spare, and the staff wasted no time in dismantling the equipment in the Sun Room. Visitors were kindly informed that visiting hours were over while patients were ushered to their rooms

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[its_the_mileage]

That Harrington fellow wasn't kidding about the food. Indy returned to find his tray laden with the promised meat and potatoes instead of the pink stuff he'd been expecting. He immediately sat down and had at it--with some difficulty, since his bandaged and immobile left hand still wouldn't hold a utensil--without wasting time questioning what the source of the windfall might be. He needed all the strength he could get for tonight.

His roommate wasn't here yet, which gave him a few minutes to collect his thoughts. Indy needed that too. The meeting with Berg had given him plenty to think about, though not much in the way of actual new information. He had some idea of what the military was ostensibly trying to accomplish here, at least. What he hadn't learned was anything about where they were keeping Dad--not to mention that they might've missed each other this afternoon while Indy was busy being blindfolded and dragged to meetings with the brass.

Later he'd have time to discuss the whole thing with others, kick around some more unfounded theories. For now he had something more immediate to focus on: the basement. If he were smart, he knew he'd've said no to going tonight, but he didn't want to wait to find out what was down there any more than anyone else did. It was time.