Easing into his work shirt and jacket was less painful than it'd been last night. It still didn't feel good. Indy went back to the box, coiled his makeshift whip over his right shoulder and tucked the holstered brush axe through one of his belt loops. That and the shield were all the gear he planned to take. He doubted he'd be making too many notes
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The Bokor was in the middle of draping his coat on when dinner was over, and the voice on the speaker began his speech. Both Facilier and his Shadow paused, listening carefully to the stranger's words. By the rigid, professionalism of the man's tone, Facilier recognized him as the new "owner" of the institute; and what he had to say was quite enlightening...
So the whole day was a charade! (Although, Facilier would have strongly begged to differ on the "loved ones" part of the speech...) The witch doctor rubbed at his chin thoughtfully, taking in every word and storing it away for his sharp mind to reference when needed. He was finally beginning to understand at least one part of this new world. And so far, he wasn't exactly comforted by what he learned so far.
According to Facilier's view, this world was a pocket of limbo in the afterlife, once ruled by a doctor who focused on the so-called "psychology" of his prisoners, now taken over by a military force that was out to use ( ... )
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