Night 61: West Wing, South Hall 1-A

[madeinthehrl]

[from here]

Still nothing out of the ordinary here. Soma kept jogging, keeping her eyes peeled for any movement in the shadows ahead.


[to here]

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[dividedby]

[From here.]

There was nothing out of the ordinary here, as well. Just other prisoners on the move. Zero took note of them, but didn't slow his pace nor lose focus.

They could always keep talking in the meantime, though. "How much do you know about the medical wing?" he asked Dent, hoping the other man knew at least one thing of value that Zero didn't already know. It would be even better if he knew everything there was to know about it, but obviously that would be hoping for too much...

[dualistic]

It looked like he'd made the right guess, then. Not that that was so surprising, since Harvey couldn't think of anything else on that side of the institute that was particularly interesting. Strangely enough, it sounded like he'd actually made more headway there than Zero had, and the medical wing had never been a large goal of his.

Granted, it would feel nice to lord his information over the other patient, even if he had advantage of having been here longer.

"I know a bit. I went there once and managed to explore a little. Found an operation room, and everything else attached to it, but didn't get much further than that." Still, it had given him enough of an idea of what sort of stuff was done there, and he hadn't felt the need to see more. Since his current group was taking the night off, though, he didn't have much else to do, so why not?

It was clear now that they both knew where they were going, and so Harvey didn't hesitate to move further down the hall.

[To here.]