Night 59: Main Hallway, 1-Center

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[from here]Just like last night, Vino turned the bend to find that he was first in the main hallway again. He couldn't decide if he preferred it or not. Patience wasn't his favorite virtue, but he supposed he'd have to wait. The two meeting places he would have to be at were right next to each other, right? So that was fine. If he had to wait a

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[unheroed]

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After what they had just walked out of, this next hallway was surprisingly tame. No signs of blood, just a few patients hanging around -- Harvey had to admit he was glad that the blood and gore didn't extend all the way through the institute. Even for him, that would probably be a bit much after a while.

There wasn't much point in dwelling on that, though. Things were definitely out of the ordinary tonight, but they had to stay focused on their original goal. Harvey glanced to Jones as he led them down the hall, realizing that he was probably going to have to slow his steps so that the man could keep up. "So... what are we thinking? What happened back there?"

It wasn't something he could forget so easily, even when he was walking away from it. Seeing how it might be a clue for why a state of emergency had been called, he figured it was worth discussing. And at least the smell had already filtered away by now.

[its_the_mileage]

They had to weave around more carcasses as they turned into the main hallway: shreds (again) of something jointed (insects? scorpions?), and flattened corpses that looked like they'd once belonged to rodents. "What the hell happened to them?" Indy wondered under his breath. He was trying to picture what could have done this kind of damage--explosives, maybe, or high-powered weapons at point-blank range. He looked at the walls as they passed; it was hard to tell with all the blood, but Indy couldn't see anything that indicated the kind of collateral damage those weapons would surely leave behind. For all he knew, it was something that didn't even exist yet back home

[unheroed]

So they were on the same page with this, then. Some of that carnage hadn't seemed possible and more than that, was well past what the patients should have been capable of. The only truly powerful people he'd seen here were the guards and Aguilar himself, and even then all the general had done was deflect the attacks that had been thrown at him through that barrier.

"Then again, we saw what Peter was capable of," he pointed out as he continued to move down the hall. Jones was doing a decent job of keeping up, but Harvey didn't know if he should slow down a little. It might just bother the man because he'd feel like he was being coddled, but...

Whatever. He'd just brought up Jones' death in the most insensitive way possible. Jones was going to have to deal with him being tactless and not necessarily babying him, and he was pretty sure the man would do both without complaining.

That's why Harvey liked him.

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