Day 58: Lt. General Charles Berg's Office [Second Shift]

[das_berg]

Upon hearing the shift change, and Harrington's subsequent announcement, Berg fought the urge to rub at his eyes. While he understood that neither himself nor Aguilar had the time to do something like work the intercom system during the day, sometimes he thought Harrington enjoyed his new responsibility a bit too much

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[deadlyjuliet]

"I can find that out." It was a simple enough thing to imitate someone's handwriting or to pretend to be someone else and ask for the right information. People here were so stupidly trusting after all. Grell smiled, raising a hand to inspect his nails. The red polish still looked good even after a day or two. Thank goodness for that.

The club activities were even easier. They were practically spelled out on the board everyday. All it would take would be for Grell to copy those things down and pass them off to someone on his way to dinner. And how exciting...passing love notes with the higher ups seemed almost obscene. He liked that. It would be their little secret as long as no one else decided to try it out. "About the clubs, I can show you that before dinner. As well as any other activities of the populace here. There are so very few with whom I feel any sort of affection at all. It shall be interesting to see how they scramble when their nights get worse."

And maybe more of them would die. A vast number of people dying at once in a single point in time and space would definitely catch the attention of the death gods. Unless the American bureau was full of slackers, which, considering America's death toll, he highly doubted that. "Rose hip, if you would. There's just something so relaxing about the scent, don't you think?"

[das_berg]

"Excellent." While he could easily send his own people to pull information from subjects, it was far better to have a source who lived among them. "If you could be as detailed as possible in your notes, I'd appreciate that. I know some subjects discuss plans over the bulletin, but a few show some prudence about their precise locations and plans."

As for the tea request, Berg made a quick note of it. "Rose hip, got it," he confirmed with a nod. Upon being asked about the scent, he offered a dry smile. "I wouldn't know, since I've usually got a mug of this with me instead." To emphasize his point, he lifted his coffee up off the desk. He wasn't much a tea person, and it had never occurred to him to seek out any herbal blends.

"At any rate..." Lifting his pocket watch, Berg glanced at the time. "I think we may be running out of time soon. Was there anything else you wanted to discuss with me?"

[deadlyjuliet]

"Certainly. I'll be as detailed as I can in our little love notes," he said, winking at him. There were some that used codes and some that liked to keep their rooms a secret, but uncovering room numbers was easy for the Institute. All that remained was to tell the guards where the patients were going, in how many numbers and what they were planning on doing. Easy enough.

Easy and profitable. Grell liked that idea wholeheartedly.

"Yes, yes, it does seem to be the time, doesn't it? I have nothing else-" Except-- No, asking after Aguilar here would be pointless. After a few more favors paid and some backstabbing in the right directions, Grell could ask and possibly get Harvey what he wanted. And if not? Well, that would simply be the unfortunate way the dice fell. "-to say. Although I do recommend tea. It's lovely and doesn't leave one's breath smelling quite so... strong."

Nor was it as tasteless.

With the meeting over, Grell was about to ask what would happen now - if he would be blindfolded and taken away again or if things would simply fade to black accompanied by music and candlelight - when the strangest sensation hit him. Before he could do much else, the world did fade to black and he slumped over in his seat.