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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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 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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