Night 47: West Wing, North Hallway 1-A

[hat_einen_vogel]

[From here]The hallway led into yet another hall, but this time there was little to recommend one direction or another. It stretched on to both the left and the right, and without the use of the torch, he wasn't sure which way to try

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[its_the_mileage]

from here]

Well, here he was, assuming (which Indy did) he'd gotten Ryuuzaki's little code right. Indy swept the corridor with the flashlight beam, found it empty except for him, and settled in to wait. So far, the radio hadn't done anything worth noting.

[herr_inspektor]

[From here]

The hallway Lunge stepped into greeted him with a silvery flush of moonlight from the far door, just pale enough to warrant a quick inspection with his flashlight. He needn't have bothered, it turned out- the man waiting against the wall was the only other living thing around. It took a moment to recognise him in those clothes- certainly not the Institute's uniform, not to mention that hat- but when he did he didn't waste any time.

"Good evening, Dr. Jones. I haven't kept you long, I hope?" He moved closer, looking the man up and down before nodding approvingly at the radio in his free hand. Good. "I was hoping that one of us would bring one along."

[quarter_english]

[From here.]L kept his eyes and ears open as he continued through the halls, and when he reached the point where he'd arranged that he and Lunge and Jones would rendezvous, he was pleased to see that the other two men were already there

[its_the_mileage]

"Just a few minutes, Mr. Lunge," Indy replied cordially. Apparently they were still using professional titles to each other's faces. All the politesse made the whole thing feel more like a cocktail party than a mental institution field trip, but luckily the resemblance was only skin-deep. Indy felt he could at least count on these two to be professional and efficient, if not necessarily trustworthy. He wondered idly if Lunge was armed

[herr_inspektor]

"For once. It's a shame to be leaving the Institute grounds tonight of all nights, but that radio should... ah." He trailed off as another figure with an all-too familiar stoop rounded the corner in the darkness

[quarter_english]

L hesitated before answering Dr. Jones. "-- No. They weren't." Another pause, and then he added, "I do not know what to think. I am relieved that the items are still there, but it's almost more unsettling; I was primarily concerned about the fate of a weapon that I stole last night, but yes, everything was intact." That answered Lunge's question. "The idea that the drawers from my old room might simply have been moved into the new room without any of the nurses searching them isn't a satisfactory explanation

[its_the_mileage]

Lunge's use of the alias wasn't lost on Indy, and he had a hunch it was for his benefit. "You're surprised?" he asked Ryuuzaki. "They bandage our injuries, tuck our weapons into bed with us and brush my hat before they hang it in the closet. It would be more out of character if they didn't move your things." Further support for his theory that Landel et al. intended to encourage their activities, although Indy still didn't know to what end.

He didn't have many more answers about the radio. Indy'd understood what Landel had said well enough; even if he hadn't surmised what "hacking" was last night, it would've been clear enough from context now. But he couldn't offer any real insights on what Jill's program was likely to be. Safe bet that it probably wasn't The Shadow"P.A.I.L. is from the nursery rhyme--as in, 'Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water,'" he offered. It was an obvious point to make, but Indy made it anyway in case Lunge wasn't familiar with English nursery rhymes. "What do you two know about Jill and