((Sent sometime over the past day; when's a mystery,sleep dep is a terrible thing; locked to Leon.))
It looks like a simple manila folder.
There's a cover sheet, with tight but graceful handwriting:
Leon, thought this should be given separately.
Find a quiet spot. You've probably seen these scenes before.
I'm afraid the copies I could get aren't in order.
Enclosed, no reports, no writing; Hunnigan knows better than to interfere, or to try to explain some things.
A spiked ceiling, with a matching shot of the floor, with its inserts for the spikes to land.
A tiny hair barrette covered in old blood and dust, knocked out from under a cabinet in one lonely hallway.
A shot of the throne room floor.
A descending shot of the pit, looking down at the spikes and a pair of impaled bodies; someone with a good deal of guts and faith in their grapnel took a few seconds to set that up.
A close-up of a spike near one of the corpses. There are old rusty streaks that rather look like someone briefly tried to grip it.
A shot of an innocent-looking hallway with odd lines on the floor and an odd patch of wall at the end.
A series of shots of the same hallway, but with rows of sharp-tipped poles rising from the ground. The first shot is of the spikes destroying the piece of furniture shoved out over the floor to trigger the trap. This one's a bit blurred, as though the force with which the object was struck drove the photographer into leaping quickly away. There's another shot of the gaping holes the spears struck through the wood.
A series of copious bloodstains on the floor of a narrow hallway.
A shot of lonely cells, with a lone body in an advanced state of decay. Judging by the modern-looking toilets, these are not just forgotten pieces of history, but renovated detainment cells.
There's another cover sheet, signalling Leon might want to brace himself or take a break.
A side by side comparison of the face and a computerized version of what he might have looked like in life.
Another two facial close-ups from the impalement trap below the throne room, similarly joined with computerized projections of what they likely looked like.
A picture of an engagement ring lifted from the mire.
A series of shots of pendulums sweeping across an interrupted pathway. Some close-ups of the blades, some tightly focussed shots of odd stains on the nearby walls.
A series of shots of bloodstained weapons and shields.
An overhead shot of the garden maze.
A series of shots of cylindrical boulders on chains, of dust falling off walls as they land. Shelton moved between and around them to get the full treatment, and at one point lay flat to get a shot of how three boulders blocked the path at once. The feeling is claustrophobic.
There's a cover sheet, with tight but graceful handwriting:
Leon, thought this should be given separately.
Find a quiet spot. You've probably seen these scenes before.
I'm afraid the copies I could get aren't in order.
Enclosed, no reports, no writing; Hunnigan knows better than to interfere, or to try to explain some things.
A spiked ceiling, with a matching shot of the floor, with its inserts for the spikes to land.
A tiny hair barrette covered in old blood and dust, knocked out from under a cabinet in one lonely hallway.
A shot of the throne room floor.
A descending shot of the pit, looking down at the spikes and a pair of impaled bodies; someone with a good deal of guts and faith in their grapnel took a few seconds to set that up.
A close-up of a spike near one of the corpses. There are old rusty streaks that rather look like someone briefly tried to grip it.
A shot of an innocent-looking hallway with odd lines on the floor and an odd patch of wall at the end.
A series of shots of the same hallway, but with rows of sharp-tipped poles rising from the ground. The first shot is of the spikes destroying the piece of furniture shoved out over the floor to trigger the trap. This one's a bit blurred, as though the force with which the object was struck drove the photographer into leaping quickly away. There's another shot of the gaping holes the spears struck through the wood.
A series of copious bloodstains on the floor of a narrow hallway.
A shot of lonely cells, with a lone body in an advanced state of decay. Judging by the modern-looking toilets, these are not just forgotten pieces of history, but renovated detainment cells.
There's another cover sheet, signalling Leon might want to brace himself or take a break.
A side by side comparison of the face and a computerized version of what he might have looked like in life.
Another two facial close-ups from the impalement trap below the throne room, similarly joined with computerized projections of what they likely looked like.
A picture of an engagement ring lifted from the mire.
A series of shots of pendulums sweeping across an interrupted pathway. Some close-ups of the blades, some tightly focussed shots of odd stains on the nearby walls.
A series of shots of bloodstained weapons and shields.
An overhead shot of the garden maze.
A series of shots of cylindrical boulders on chains, of dust falling off walls as they land. Shelton moved between and around them to get the full treatment, and at one point lay flat to get a shot of how three boulders blocked the path at once. The feeling is claustrophobic.