Night 47: M41-M50 Hallway

[hes_deadjim]

McCoy listened to that crackling intercom with some concern. A "Mr. Radio?", "P.A.I.L.?" Coupled along with the smugness and that cackling, he had to say it sounded like this head Doctor had gone off the deep end himself long ago. Somehow it made sense. Only a mad man could conjure up all this

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[herr_inspektor]

Well, well, well. The message L had left had certainly been more subtle than the rest of those on the board- like comparing an international spy with a clumsy, two-bit private eye: West Wing, North hall one-A. Even if he needn’t have bothered, Lunge could at least appreciate the spectacle.

Then there was the fact that he was to be meeting with Dr. Indiana Jones again. Their last meeting had been brief, but it had been enough to inform him of the man’s worth. L was, if not the perfect diplomat, at least sound in his choice of allies. There was the troublesome issue of Jones apparently only being familiar with the alias of Ryuuzaki (or perhaps it was he who was only familiar with the alias of L?), but all that meant was a careful monitoring of his own speech.

Perhaps now that there were three of them, though, they would be able to conduct a more thorough search of those ruins. Exploring alone hadn’t just been inefficient last night, it had been dangerous, and while he wasn’t opposed to danger…

He turned on his flashlight, studying the steady but dimming beam before pocketing a couple of extra batteries. Complacency was a curse in a place like this. That was why he had the knife.

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