Night 59: West Wing, South Hall 1-A

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[Coming from here.]

Daemon glided out into the wider corridor and paused for a moment, letting Renji join him, taking a moment to probe the shadows with his senses, looking for anything out of the norm. There was a tingle down his spine, the sensation of being watched, though he couldn't find its exact location, just the knowledge that it was

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Luckily, Harvey didn't have to wait too long. The sirens finally cut off and Jones came out soon after that, standing on his own two feet and even wearing that ridiculous outfit of his. Harvey appraised him for a moment, noticing the stiffness of his movements. Despite that, though, Jones looked pretty healthy for someone who'd gotten his whole rib cage crushed two nights ago. It was both relieving and disturbing to see.

Not as disturbing as the mess around them, though. Harvey hazard another glance at the limbs and chunks of rotten flesh and was then forced to look away again. He'd seen and discussed all sorts of horrific things in the courtroom, but this amount of destruction was on a whole other level. It probably shouldn't have been possible -- or well, he didn't really want to know how it was.

For some reason, it seemed like something the Joker would have pulled off, which was one more reason to want to get the hell away. Jones seemed to be in agreement there, and so Harvey looked at the man darkly before nodding. "Yeah."

Despite the clear signs that something wasn't right here, they didn't have any choice but to move forward. Harvey was doubly glad that they'd decided to forgo the basement tonight. Pulling away from the wall, he navigated through the blood spatters and then led them left into the next hall.

[To here.]