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[OOC: Gormogon's apprentice is in the lab. And right now, Hodgins is looking like the prime suspect.]
He couldn’t concentrate at his workstation in the lab. Between the sidelong glances, the occasional whispers, and the knowledge that even some of his closest colleagues are now looking at him with suspicion, Hodgins couldn’t have focused if his life depended on it.
And it very well might. Or if not his, someone’s life will probably depend on it.
So he had loaded all the files he thought might be useful onto his laptop, grabbed a pad and pen, and retreated to Milliways.
He’s hiding out in a booth, pouring over yet another chemical analysis. Occasionally he scratches a note or two on his pad of paper.
And he looks prickly.
He couldn’t concentrate at his workstation in the lab. Between the sidelong glances, the occasional whispers, and the knowledge that even some of his closest colleagues are now looking at him with suspicion, Hodgins couldn’t have focused if his life depended on it.
And it very well might. Or if not his, someone’s life will probably depend on it.
So he had loaded all the files he thought might be useful onto his laptop, grabbed a pad and pen, and retreated to Milliways.
He’s hiding out in a booth, pouring over yet another chemical analysis. Occasionally he scratches a note or two on his pad of paper.
And he looks prickly.