Night 58: M41-M50 Hallway

[corvus_veritas]

[M41]

For the first time that Byrne could remember in the four or five days he'd been here, the night began without any sort of dramatic fanfare. No mysterious intercom broadcast, no creepy static, no doctors coming in to drag him away again, no nothing. Just the usual unlocking of the doors and silence.

The staff were trying to find new ways to

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The conversation with Lunge was hardly what Harvey had been expecting, mainly because it wasn't even allowed to happen. He couldn't explain how he could be physically incapable of talking about what had gone on, but it was definitely enough to piss him off all over again. Here they'd been through something horrible and they weren't even able to warn people off from following in their idiotic footsteps.

At least now he knew why they'd never heard that much about the basement. Harvey should have recognized that as a bad sign and stayed the hell away, but no -- he was always too goddamn curious and ended up sticking his neck in places where it didn't belong.

Which meant he was now down one ally and directionless. The people he'd been teaming up with were all trying to avoid each other and he had no idea what to do with his night. Still, this latest development -- the inability to talk about what had happened, even if he wanted to (which, for the most part, he didn't) -- had riled him up enough that he knew sleep wasn't an option.

In other words, he was back to pointless wandering. He'd be going out there to search for a man who couldn't be found -- Aguilar. There was always a chance that he could track down Landel now that he was off in hiding somewhere, but even that seemed like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Either way, Harvey found himself grabbing for his gun, flashlight, and radio as the lights died out and night officially started. He realized that right now all he was interested in finding was a familiar face; someone who he didn't have to do the whole song and dance of first meetings with. Someone who didn't ask many questions would also be a plus, but he was probably expecting too much there.

Honestly, he wouldn't even mind running into Grell.

"Sorry I wasn't of much help," he said to Lunge before shrugging his shoulders and leaving the room. And so he headed down the hall, just like a rat on its wheel.

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