Night 59: Stairwell by Waiting Room/Lobby 1

[bastard_sadi]

[Coming from here.]Daemon slipped from the hallway and into the stairwell, starting the climb to the second floor. His gaze searched the shadows and he'd made no more than three steps up when he went carefully still, holding up a hand to halt Renji as well. The chittering came from above their heads, quiet but definitely there, the sound familiar

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[fourstonewalls]

[from here]

She climbed a few steps in silence, still thinking about Faraday. The man had to know he was dead -- so had Damon, though for different reasons. What did it do to a person, to have lost everything, and to be given tiny pieces of it back, on the sufferance of a system far harsher than the one she'd helped run. Even at its worst.

"It's a strange sort of second chance, this place." She left the who in that statement open for interpretation; let Badd take it as he willed.

[tasteoftruth]

Badd didn't follow Lana too closely. The last two nights the institute had screwed with his perceptions of reality and it was lucky no one was killed. If Lana started turning into a monster or a convict he'd probably get the bright idea to take her head off with his paper cutter blade. Nothing was trustworthy, not even his eyes...and on top of that he had to keep up the pretense of normality.

"Second chance? At what? People here seem pretty intent on repeating their mistakes," he growled, watching the dark stairs behind them. His boots were heavy on the stairs. "And don't start about Gant. Maybe he saved your life, maybe he even wanted to save your life, but that same morning he outed me and Byrne to a murderous vigilante. On a grudge." Paranoia was making his head spin, and he was barely paying attention to what he was saying.

If he had, he might have remembered that he hadn't told Skye what he'd told Gant.

[fourstonewalls]

Outed? He couldn't possibly mean that the way it sounded. Could he? Well, well, that would explain a few things. Though it couldn't be what he'd intended to say, at least not on the surface. If true, it was merely gossip, albeit tragic. Not leverage. Not the sort that Gant, and, if Badd was to be believed, Shou traded in.

Something, perhaps, to do with why Badd had described himself as an ex-Detective. Bullet or scandal; one of the two had ended his career, and she had a good guess as to which one. Not the subject, but the substance of it.

Lana let him keep his distance. If last night still had him spooked, she didn't want to make him twitchy. Twitchier. If it was something else, well, she still didn't want to tax his nerves further.

"If you're talking about Niikura, I've met the man. Seemed quite reasonable to me. Though if you know something I ought to, please, be my guest."

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