Night 59: Morgue
[ From here.]
Badd shuddered involuntarily as he stepped into the chilly air of the institute's morgue. No coy macabre tricks so far, it looked like a smaller version of the one his old precinct had used--though it was a horrific enough thought that a mental institution would need a morgue in the first place.
"Might as well get this over with," he grunted, and opened the first of the cabinets. "I'm not gonna gravedance, but I'm also not going to be sorry he's gone. If we manage to get back to...to whenever, back before this whole mess started, redeeming him's not going to be one of my major priorities." Stopping SL-9 before it started, maybe. Minimizing Joe Darke's victims, killing Gant's career before it got him high enough to seize control over the entire district.
Badd shuddered involuntarily as he stepped into the chilly air of the institute's morgue. No coy macabre tricks so far, it looked like a smaller version of the one his old precinct had used--though it was a horrific enough thought that a mental institution would need a morgue in the first place.
"Might as well get this over with," he grunted, and opened the first of the cabinets. "I'm not gonna gravedance, but I'm also not going to be sorry he's gone. If we manage to get back to...to whenever, back before this whole mess started, redeeming him's not going to be one of my major priorities." Stopping SL-9 before it started, maybe. Minimizing Joe Darke's victims, killing Gant's career before it got him high enough to seize control over the entire district.