Night 56: West Wing, South Hall 1-A

[poorexample]

[From here.]As Castiel exited the room block he'd been assigned to, it occurred to him that Gabriel had not caught up with him this time around. That was for the best. He had a difficult time shaking his brother off in this place, seeing how he couldn't disappear at the snap of a finger. If he'd had to bring his brother along on his lesson with

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[girlsandgadgets]

[From here.]

Their crossing through the familiar path Edgar took each night was interrupted as the radio suddenly came to life, a voice heard chirping through the fabric of his bag. He dug the device out as an individual he hadn't expected spoke from the other end.

For a moment, Edgar was sure he was somehow imagining the entire scenario. Though he was no stranger to traitors turning to their former enemies, he found the rebel's apparent partnership more than a little surprising. "I guess that answers the question of where he went," he noted as the broadcast continued.

[herr_inspektor]

As Edgar shook his head, Lunge gave a short nod. "Two seems a likely number, in terms of balance- though there may be a helmet too, or something similar," he suggested. Thinking for a moment, he let it drop; they'd find out soon enough. "It doesn't matter, particularly. We'll have to go down to the basement anyway, whether to put the sword and shield to use somehow or search for another matching object. Let's go."

That said, he followed the two of them out of the room, out into the hallway and fell into a considerative silence. Edgar's last comment was revealing: why some patients work so hard to keep the secrets of this place to themselves, I will never know. So the man was as open as he'd seemed in their first meeting- open and willing to trust, though clearly not at random. The way he'd spoken about it made clear the sense of risk attached to sharing information. It was a venture, almost a gamble. Doubtless L would appreciate his point of view; it was L, after all, who'd attempted to bring together the Institute's investigators in

[herr_inspektor]

As Edgar shook his head, Lunge gave a short nod. "Two seems a likely number, in terms of balance- though there may be a helmet too, or something similar," he suggested. Thinking for a moment, he let it drop; they'd find out soon enough. "It doesn't matter, particularly. We'll have to go down to the basement anyway, whether to put the sword and shield to use somehow or search for another matching object. Let's go."

That said, he followed the two of them out of the room, out into the hallway and fell into a considerative silence. Edgar's last comment was revealing: why some patients work so hard to keep the secrets of this place to themselves, I will never know. So the man was as open as he'd seemed in their first meeting- open and willing to trust, though clearly not at random. The way he'd spoken about it made clear the sense of risk attached to sharing information. It was a venture, almost a gamble. Doubtless L would appreciate his point of view; it was L, after all, who'd attempted to bring together the Institute's investigators in