Night 43: Doctor's Office 4 [Dr. Stegman]
[From here.]
The office was more or less what Harvey had expected. Tidy, big desk, full of books -- he even noticed degrees from Harvard hanging on the walls. Why would a Harvard graduate end up in a place like this, dealing with people who weren't actually crazy?
That wasn't really his concern right now, though. He stalked over to the desk and dumped both the pipe and his gun onto it, not needing the extra weight when they were only planning to discuss for the time being. (He wouldn't stray far enough away that he couldn't grab both easily if something managed to attack them, though.)
Harvey was about to say something to 'Jay,' but that was when the intercom went off, spewing a series of ones and zeroes that had the man perplexed for a moment until he realized it must have been binary. Or it could just be gibberish, but it hardly mattered since he couldn't exactly translate something like that on the fly.
The garbled words came in soon after, and he frowned as he tried to catch them. What was the point of this? It was little more than an annoyance as far as he could tell, and the only thing that bothered him slightly was the unidentifiable noise that eventually became recognizable as screaming. Not just any screaming, either, but the sounds of people in real agony.
It didn't concern him, but it was definitely making it hard to concentrate.
The office was more or less what Harvey had expected. Tidy, big desk, full of books -- he even noticed degrees from Harvard hanging on the walls. Why would a Harvard graduate end up in a place like this, dealing with people who weren't actually crazy?
That wasn't really his concern right now, though. He stalked over to the desk and dumped both the pipe and his gun onto it, not needing the extra weight when they were only planning to discuss for the time being. (He wouldn't stray far enough away that he couldn't grab both easily if something managed to attack them, though.)
Harvey was about to say something to 'Jay,' but that was when the intercom went off, spewing a series of ones and zeroes that had the man perplexed for a moment until he realized it must have been binary. Or it could just be gibberish, but it hardly mattered since he couldn't exactly translate something like that on the fly.
The garbled words came in soon after, and he frowned as he tried to catch them. What was the point of this? It was little more than an annoyance as far as he could tell, and the only thing that bothered him slightly was the unidentifiable noise that eventually became recognizable as screaming. Not just any screaming, either, but the sounds of people in real agony.
It didn't concern him, but it was definitely making it hard to concentrate.