Night 57: M41-M50 Hallway
Luckily for Harvey, Lunge didn't have much interest in chatting over dinner. It was possible that he'd picked up on his mood or just realized that he'd needed some time to himself -- and he really had. He'd forced as much of the food down as he could, and after that he'd resorted to pacing the small space that their room offered until he threw himself onto his bed and let the time while away. He needed to get his mind off of Bruce and everything that his visit implied. He couldn't be distracted tonight.
The intercom coming on had been a good way to gear Harvey's thoughts back toward the task at hand. It wasn't often that Aguilar spoke, it seemed, but every time he did it was usually to mock Landel. Harvey couldn't argue with that, but it didn't mean that he liked the man. However, when it officially turned to night and the general's message became more pointed, Harvey found himself feeling a little impressed.
They were people, that was true. Their actions had consequences and apparently they could be rewarded for them as well. Aguilar was giving them a chance to put that into practice, and yet Harvey had other plans. It wasn't something he could back out of now, nor was he ever a fan of drugs. But it was still interesting, to see how the general was treating them with more respect while still rubbing into their faces the fact that they were little more than test subjects.
Heading for the basement seemed to be following Landel's track rather than Aguilar's. Harvey wished that he could find an option that didn't benefit either one, but thus far he'd come up with nothing. Either way, he had no intention of letting Aguilar's offer pull him from his own plans. He had a ragtag group to meet, and so he continued to say nothing to his roommate as he moved off of his bed and gathered his inventory for the night.
First, though, he made sure to change from the old, drab uniform into what the military had given them, finding it more comfortable and better fitted to the job. He made sure to pull the boots on as well. As for items, the flashlight was a no-brainer, but he decided to leave his radio since he was sure one of the others would bring one. His gun was tucked into the band of his pants and he finally grabbed his axe from under his bed, not knowing if it would be needed but not wanting to take any chances.
Finally, he turned to Lunge. "We're heading to the last part of the basement tonight." There was something implied there; if he didn't show up tomorrow, at least his roommate would know why. He didn't think it would be that bad, but it was still better to get the word out. "I'll give you the details tomorrow," he continued after a pause, since he was certainly planning to get out of this alive.
With that all taken care of, Harvey exited his room and moved down the hall. He was going to make sure he wasn't the last person to arrive.
[To here.]
The intercom coming on had been a good way to gear Harvey's thoughts back toward the task at hand. It wasn't often that Aguilar spoke, it seemed, but every time he did it was usually to mock Landel. Harvey couldn't argue with that, but it didn't mean that he liked the man. However, when it officially turned to night and the general's message became more pointed, Harvey found himself feeling a little impressed.
They were people, that was true. Their actions had consequences and apparently they could be rewarded for them as well. Aguilar was giving them a chance to put that into practice, and yet Harvey had other plans. It wasn't something he could back out of now, nor was he ever a fan of drugs. But it was still interesting, to see how the general was treating them with more respect while still rubbing into their faces the fact that they were little more than test subjects.
Heading for the basement seemed to be following Landel's track rather than Aguilar's. Harvey wished that he could find an option that didn't benefit either one, but thus far he'd come up with nothing. Either way, he had no intention of letting Aguilar's offer pull him from his own plans. He had a ragtag group to meet, and so he continued to say nothing to his roommate as he moved off of his bed and gathered his inventory for the night.
First, though, he made sure to change from the old, drab uniform into what the military had given them, finding it more comfortable and better fitted to the job. He made sure to pull the boots on as well. As for items, the flashlight was a no-brainer, but he decided to leave his radio since he was sure one of the others would bring one. His gun was tucked into the band of his pants and he finally grabbed his axe from under his bed, not knowing if it would be needed but not wanting to take any chances.
Finally, he turned to Lunge. "We're heading to the last part of the basement tonight." There was something implied there; if he didn't show up tomorrow, at least his roommate would know why. He didn't think it would be that bad, but it was still better to get the word out. "I'll give you the details tomorrow," he continued after a pause, since he was certainly planning to get out of this alive.
With that all taken care of, Harvey exited his room and moved down the hall. He was going to make sure he wasn't the last person to arrive.
[To here.]