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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[unheroed]

Sharing a room with Lunge wasn't so bad when neither of them exchanged any words with each other. Harvey wasn't sure if that was because the man was just that much of a recluse, or if he was somehow studying him even as they declined to speak to each other. His roommate had apparently spoken with Jones at least once, which meant he was capable of human interaction. Just... apparently not with him.

Not that Harvey took it personally, but it did have bothersome implications. He didn't like feel like he was under a magnifying glass. Not in that way, at least.

Adding that onto the fact that Jason had never really gotten back to him on the whole thing with Tim, and Harvey's mood was back toward the lower end of the spectrum. He wondered for a moment if he was manic depressive or something, but shoved the idea away rather quickly. That would tie in with his whole halved situation too much, and it left an ashy taste in his mouth.

Annoyed at his lack of a plan, Harvey grabbed for his flashlight and found that his batteries were dying. He quickly replaced them with the second pair in his desk and tried not to think about the fact that he'd have to find new ones after this set died. He also collected his set of maps and his metal pipe before heading out the door.

He'd find something to do, even if all it amounted to was searching more of the second floor.

[unheroed]

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