Night 49: Stairwell by Waiting Room/Lobby 1
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Mello needed to replace his lost pipe, for starters, or find something better, if he could. As with many things he believed, he believed wholeheartedly in the existence of his Sig somewhere in the Institute, because to think otherwise would be to give in to despair. Someone had a gun; he'd heard it a couple of nights ago.
Trying to seem less lost than he felt, as if he actually had a plan he was confident of pulling off, he addressed Matt again. "I'll bust us all the fuck out of here before long. When was it, for you?" He snuck that last in, not as whip-fast as he would've wanted, but abruptly all the same, in hopes of surprising an honest answer out of Matt.
Mello needed to replace his lost pipe, for starters, or find something better, if he could. As with many things he believed, he believed wholeheartedly in the existence of his Sig somewhere in the Institute, because to think otherwise would be to give in to despair. Someone had a gun; he'd heard it a couple of nights ago.
Trying to seem less lost than he felt, as if he actually had a plan he was confident of pulling off, he addressed Matt again. "I'll bust us all the fuck out of here before long. When was it, for you?" He snuck that last in, not as whip-fast as he would've wanted, but abruptly all the same, in hopes of surprising an honest answer out of Matt.