Nightshift 25: Room M74

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The man seated across from William was an odd one. Although the scientist could see little in the dark of the room, the long hair caught his attention and it was only inevitable that he would arrive to the conclusion of 'oddity'. It wasn't often men wore their hair long.

William swung his legs to the side of the bed, idly noting his lack

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The stranger questioned him in English, and Armand turned to look at him, as much as he could see in the dark. The other man had very short hair, fair perhaps. He coudln't tell.

"Armand St. Just. Who are you, monsieur?" Then he mentally cringed, because if he was in France, he should have said 'citoyen' if anyone was listening. Surely this was a fellow prisoner. He didn't sound English, but he was most certainly not French.

He slid out of the bed onto the very cold floor. Some kind of stone, he guessed. And he was cold. The shirt he wore had short sleeves. He rubbed his bare arms. "And do you know where we are?"

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A Frenchman then, not something William had been expecting, but at the same time it was nothing overly exciting. It certainly explained the hair, though not entirely.

At his roommate's own question, the doctor allowed himself a small amused smile. It wasn't rare for those of Umbrella to not know who he was based on sight. It wasn't often he left the facility to 'mingle', but at the sound of his name things were quickly rectified.

On the other hand, William wasn't so sure the situation was Umbrella's doing. They knew what the doctor was capable of, they would not put him in the cell with another prisoner.

"I am Doctor William Birkin," he replied calmly, the thought of being trapped in an unknown location not affecting him in the least. He would have liked to know what became of his G-virus samples though. "I'm afraid I don't know where we are at the moment, though." Not yet, anyway.

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Not know? Armand didn't like the sound of that. His eyes were adjusting to the gloom, and he could see the other man better now. The room was not that big and held identical beds and desks. There was one chest of drawers in between. As he took a step he nearly tripped over something bendable near where he'd planted his feet. He knelt quickly and discovered they were some soft of soft, flat slipper. He stuffed his feet into them to protect them from the frigid floor.

"Citoyen Birkin, you're a physician? What did you do to annoy the Tribunal?" As he straightened, he tucked a few strands of his hair behind his ears to keep them out of his face. "If we are in their hands my only hope is rescue and return to exile."

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William raised a brow as Armand spoke further. Tribunal? Citoyen? Exile? The scientist fought hard not to chuckle at his roommate's expense, the other man may still have had some use and William could not afford to slight the man just yet. But the completely archaic use of 'comrade' and the mentioning of the Tribunal, a system of government from some many years ago amused the doctor to no end.

It was as if this man believed himself to be from the past.

"I'm afraid you are mistaken, there is no longer any Tribunal in France." Or anywhere else for that matter. William was careful not to confirm nor deny the Armand's belief that he was a physician. although he had some medicinal training, the doctor title was more of a front than anything else.

They couldn't have the public know about what Umbrella really specialized in, now could they?