Wally looked up in surprise at the sound of the Head Doctor's voice. "Okay, not too creepy," he muttered to himself. Though, in one way it was kinda reassuring. He'd heard more than enough maniacal, I've-got-you-now speeches in his time; they were something he knew how to deal with. One: find whoever was making them, two: punch a few hundred times at superspeed, three: if they were still standing, see step two. Sure it didn't have much flair to it, but it had always served him well.
He pushed against the door hesitantly and was surprised when it swung open. It was almost like this guy was wanting him to escape. Still, Wally had seen weirder things. No doubt the Head Doctor thought he could get them all to play into his evil scheme. Well, they'd see about that.
He turned and flashed a quick smile at Tony. "It's been great, but I'm outta here. See you round, maybe," he said cockily and slipped out the door. He didn't bother looking through the room, he'd be out of here in no time and he doubted there would be anything he would find useful anyway. Besides, what would be the point in taking something like the radio along? He could hear the crazy just fine over the intercom.
Although Tony had been told in advance what the nights held, he had not truly expected the doors to open. It just didn't make sense to allow captives to roam under cover of darkness. Pitch darkness, he realized irritably. He wouldn't even be able to see his hand if he held it before his face. The first order of business would be to find a light source, one that wouldn't expose him as a walking target with a lit-up bullseye for anyone with ill intentions. He recalled Logan mentioning a flashlight. It had to be somewhere in the room, easily accessible.
He was nearly ready to give up searching and head out in the dark by the time he finally found it, hidden, of all places, snugly beneath the pillow on his bed. "It's official," he muttered under his breath to the now-empty room. "The inmates are running the asylum."
He hadn't had much chance to search the room, and he did so now. There was nothing of immediate interest, though he earmarked the radio for later inspection. The second order of business would be to find tools. And, he decided, weaponry. He still didn't believe in monsters, but there was definitely something strange going on, and violent mental patients would be no more fun to deal with unarmed. With that vague plan of action in mind, he crept out of the room and headed toward the halls that would take him away from the rooming block.
He pushed against the door hesitantly and was surprised when it swung open. It was almost like this guy was wanting him to escape. Still, Wally had seen weirder things. No doubt the Head Doctor thought he could get them all to play into his evil scheme. Well, they'd see about that.
He turned and flashed a quick smile at Tony. "It's been great, but I'm outta here. See you round, maybe," he said cockily and slipped out the door. He didn't bother looking through the room, he'd be out of here in no time and he doubted there would be anything he would find useful anyway. Besides, what would be the point in taking something like the radio along? He could hear the crazy just fine over the intercom.
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He was nearly ready to give up searching and head out in the dark by the time he finally found it, hidden, of all places, snugly beneath the pillow on his bed. "It's official," he muttered under his breath to the now-empty room. "The inmates are running the asylum."
He hadn't had much chance to search the room, and he did so now. There was nothing of immediate interest, though he earmarked the radio for later inspection. The second order of business would be to find tools. And, he decided, weaponry. He still didn't believe in monsters, but there was definitely something strange going on, and violent mental patients would be no more fun to deal with unarmed. With that vague plan of action in mind, he crept out of the room and headed toward the halls that would take him away from the rooming block.
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