Night 52: West Wing, South Hall 2-B
((From here.))This corridor was empty as well, which was not surprising when one took into account the lack of activity in the previous area. They passed a door to their left, one that lacked a clear label on the maps Spock had seen. While there were several possibilities of what it entailed, Spock knew he would need to make some inquiries from
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Erika's irritation had long faded when she heard a burst of static coming from her bag. The detective carelessly threw the bag onto the floor and dug through it to retrieve the radio, listening carefully to the broadcast. A smile grew on her face, remaining there as she listened carefully. Of course, Marc didn't tell her anything that she didn't know already but he was the closest thing to a reliability authority figure in this place. Landel was purposely trying to throw them off track with some sort of trick, and Marc was confirming this. Good enough.
"< Good. > It's nothing new, but that puts me on the right track." Erika didn't have to really think on why Landel was intimidating the patients like this: It was simply to scare them. However, she thought it contributed to the purpose of this place. If she was able to gain access to the rooms within, then it would confirm a thought that she had about the true purpose of this gameboard. At least, the surface purpose...
Erika examined the lock on the first door, finding it to be the same as the other rusted locks. She once again dropped her bag, and took out the flashlight. Tonight, it would have a different purpose. It seemed like blunt force was easier to use for these locks, rather than trying to show off fancy swordsmanship she didn't have.
"Have you wondered why we're relying on rebels to save us, Stephen?" It wasn't really a question going by Erika's tone as she started to make quick work of the lock, slamming down onto it with the handle of her flashlight.
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"Why's that? This place has done plenty of improbable things." Which meant that anything was a possibility if Landel permitted it to be. It made figuring out the place a lot trickier, as having something akin to an omnipotent figure stunted most progress. As they continued down the hall he heard the latter's radio come to life, paying no mind to his own as he watched the fumbling girl. In the end there wasn't much to offer, and so he allowed Erika to say her piece before continuing along.
He followed her until she stopped in front of a locked door, keeping a fair distance in case the other patient had a particularly bad aim. Sync listened to her ask her question, catching that tone and shrugging once in the process.
"I'm guessing you've got a theory?"
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"If this place was a true hospital, it would have been found out quickly. There's no way a facility like this could exist without support of some kind. In other words, there are a lot of people besides Landel who wants this place to exist."
She was slowly working at the lock while she spoke, jiggling and banging it until it finally gave way with a crack. The detective carelessly threw the door open, though not with enough force to have it bang on the wall behind it. She wasn't that stupid to attract the 'monsters' running about.
"The only people who are trying to help us are operating from the shadows. They are not getting help from the public outside. They're working in secret. It's a common theme in fiction, isn't it? Rebel forces fighting against the dystopian government."
A quick check with the flashlight revealed there was nothing of note in the room waiting for them, and Erika quickly stepped into the shadows.
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