The dinner announcement came as something utterly unexpected. Rather than Harrington's excited tones, the calm accented voice of the General drifted through the intercom speakers
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At least Lunge was smart enough to follow what he was saying almost immediately. At this point Harvey hardly had the patience for trying to explain what was going on and so he only nodded firmly in response to his roommate's question. How was Aguilar even doing this? It had to be some sort of hypnosis or mind control, and the idea that someone had messed around in his head only made his hatred of the general grow.
Of course, now Lunge was trying to get more out of him, and while the very thought of trying to push past the mental barrier again was exhausting, he could understand why the man was trying to look at it from every angle.
And so he tried again even though he already knew that it was futile. "Well, I didn't--"
But he couldn't even say that much, couldn't even admit the fact that he hadn't been a part of what had happened, had instead only watched. He sighed and dragged a hand down his face. "No, sorry, I don't think I can tell you anything about what happened after we walked through that door." He wondered if he would be able to write it down, but he was sure Aguilar would have thought of that little loophole.
Of all the things he'd expected to add to his understanding of with this conversation, his leads regarding Landel's private conversations were not one of them. An idea of the basement's M.O., a general rundown of what to expect, those were more like it, and yet in a way this was far more useful to know. After all, he would be experiencing the basement first hand when the time came, and while it would have been endlessly useful to know how things were going to go down there so that he and L could plan around it, the fact was that there was probably nothing he could have done to help their odds.
This, on the other hand, was a minor breakthrough. "How interesting," he commented after a moment, bridging his hands across his lap, one leg crossed over the other. "You're the second person I've had this conversation with today. The first was on the bulletin board," he added, unconsciously echoing Dent's thoughts, "so I doubt you'd be able to write anything down, either."
But where did that leave him? If there was no way of getting around the block, did that mean that there was no mileage left in that angle anymore? Hand Landel truly covered his tracks that well? The thought was infuriating- impossible, even.
Of course, now Lunge was trying to get more out of him, and while the very thought of trying to push past the mental barrier again was exhausting, he could understand why the man was trying to look at it from every angle.
And so he tried again even though he already knew that it was futile. "Well, I didn't--"
But he couldn't even say that much, couldn't even admit the fact that he hadn't been a part of what had happened, had instead only watched. He sighed and dragged a hand down his face. "No, sorry, I don't think I can tell you anything about what happened after we walked through that door." He wondered if he would be able to write it down, but he was sure Aguilar would have thought of that little loophole.
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Of all the things he'd expected to add to his understanding of with this conversation, his leads regarding Landel's private conversations were not one of them. An idea of the basement's M.O., a general rundown of what to expect, those were more like it, and yet in a way this was far more useful to know. After all, he would be experiencing the basement first hand when the time came, and while it would have been endlessly useful to know how things were going to go down there so that he and L could plan around it, the fact was that there was probably nothing he could have done to help their odds.
This, on the other hand, was a minor breakthrough. "How interesting," he commented after a moment, bridging his hands across his lap, one leg crossed over the other. "You're the second person I've had this conversation with today. The first was on the bulletin board," he added, unconsciously echoing Dent's thoughts, "so I doubt you'd be able to write anything down, either."
But where did that leave him? If there was no way of getting around the block, did that mean that there was no mileage left in that angle anymore? Hand Landel truly covered his tracks that well? The thought was infuriating- impossible, even.
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