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here]Snow reached the top of the stairs within moments. This was the part where he was supposed to start raising hell and kicking in doors. If he had still been as infuriated as he had been when first leaving his room, he probably would have done that immediately. Right now, there was a slight delay. Maybe it was just an after effect of...
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The upstairs hallway was busier than Byrne remembered it being when he was here two nights ago. There wasn't any danger that he could see, however, so he paid the traffic no mind. Now, he and Badd had gone right from here on their travels, going down the east-side hallways. Gren likely had another idea in mind, however.
So once he got out of the stairwell, Byrne stopped and looked over at his traveling companion for guidance. "Alright, where from here?" There was obvious worry showing through his otherwise serious expression, indicating how much he wanted to keep moving. To find Badd before things got worse.
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"This way." He pointed off to the left. Hopefully, they'd get further than he had the last few times he'd tried this route.
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...and then the intercom came on unexpectedly, causing him to stop and listen for a moment. It was...garbled mumbo-jumbo. How nice. Wait--there was something else. Words. A voice. Oh, it was the General's voice. He didn't sound happy. (Good.) So what was he whining about now?
There's a traitor here. Well who the hell wasn't a traitor here? Unless the speaker was specifically meaning his own allies, and then Byrne felt even more happy to hear that. Maybe some of his underlings were finally getting some damn sense in them! Good for them!
Two of you cannot bring yourselves to give a name. Two of who? Two soldiers, two patients, two ( ... )
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Turn the 'traitor' in. Be rewarded for betraying a comrade. The very idea made his stomach twist, and the shake in the hand that was holding the shovel wasn't completely owing to the withdrawal symptoms that were becoming more pronounced as the night wore on.
From the looks of it, Byrne was upset as well--probably worried about his friend and what all of this might mean. "We should keep moving," he said after a moment, after he'd had enough time to clear some of the rage from his thoughts. "Let's try and find your friend."
And then, maybe, he'd go have a talk with that soldier in the Chapel and see just what sort of information he could get out of him.
[To here.]
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