Night 60: M41-M50 Hallway
Even as dinner had passed, Lunge hadn't budged. Harvey knew that that couldn't be a good thing, but it wasn't his business to babysit the guy anyway. It was going to be a hassle if Lunge ended up disappearing, seeing how he'd have to go through the same old song and dance of meeting a new roommate, but he'd make sure that people knew if it happened. There was no point in letting people worry themselves sick over someone.
Then again, was there someone that close to Lunge? He seemed like the sort of guy who kept everyone an arm's length (or more) away from him. So was Harvey, though, and there were people here who probably considered him a "friend."
Yeah, it was strange.
Stranger was Landel's voice bellowing out in self-absorbed tones over the intercom again. Harvey glared up at the intercom, and it wasn't the first time he'd done so that day. Aguilar was still the one he wanted his hands on more than anyone, but he was more than willing to siphon some of his anger onto the Head Doctor too.
All the talk about how they would never be getting powers back hardly applied to Harvey. He'd managed to hold his own last night, so he wasn't going to let the man's words bother him. Right now he was willingly going to do something that was probably far more dangerous than whatever Landel was planning to throw at them, anyway.
Still, if there was any time to throw caution to the wind, it was now. Which was why he gathered up his gun and metal pipe along with the usual flashlight and radio and then headed out.
[To here.]
Then again, was there someone that close to Lunge? He seemed like the sort of guy who kept everyone an arm's length (or more) away from him. So was Harvey, though, and there were people here who probably considered him a "friend."
Yeah, it was strange.
Stranger was Landel's voice bellowing out in self-absorbed tones over the intercom again. Harvey glared up at the intercom, and it wasn't the first time he'd done so that day. Aguilar was still the one he wanted his hands on more than anyone, but he was more than willing to siphon some of his anger onto the Head Doctor too.
All the talk about how they would never be getting powers back hardly applied to Harvey. He'd managed to hold his own last night, so he wasn't going to let the man's words bother him. Right now he was willingly going to do something that was probably far more dangerous than whatever Landel was planning to throw at them, anyway.
Still, if there was any time to throw caution to the wind, it was now. Which was why he gathered up his gun and metal pipe along with the usual flashlight and radio and then headed out.
[To here.]