"It's been longer than twenty-four hours; if there was some sort of trigger, it would have been set off by now." Probably during the night sometime...
That was when a thought occurred to him, and he remembered something strange from the night before. His surprise didn't register in his expression, but inwardly Matt was sent reeling by the realization that there indeed had been something off during the nightshift. That doesn't mean anything, he reasoned with himself, his hand continuing to move the sponge against the floor, almost automatically. Several people's heads were messed with last night. Javert was obviously one of them, and something told him that Mello's gut instinct was a similar situation. The blond had never had much of a sixth sense for trouble before - at least not for avoiding it, as far as he'd known.
The only conclusion he could draw at the moment was that it was either part of what they did to him, or it was part of what they'd done to the patients the night before - the so-called Project 2911 Aguilar had announced just after dinner. The latter seemed the more likely, given the circumstances.
"I hate how little we actually know about the way these people think," he commented as his hand kept moving. His body was on cleaning autopilot, it felt like, but whatever. It would keep him out of trouble, he knew, which he needed. "Either they experimented on me and just didn't let me remember it, which would mean there's some sort of hidden plan behind it that has yet to be set into motion, or they didn't hack into my brain and they just want to make me think they did." He pondered over it a minute. "The only reason they would do that would be just to screw with me - which also seems plausible."
There was a third explanation, but it was so unlikely that Matt had all but completely crossed it off the list of potentials: Landel's could have made a mistake.
Despite the altered regime, however, to Matt's knowledge, the facility just didn't make mistakes. No, this was a smooth running operation if he'd ever seen one. In order to make it out and stay out, they'd need to find a crack - which was going to be almost impossible, from what he could tell already.
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That was when a thought occurred to him, and he remembered something strange from the night before. His surprise didn't register in his expression, but inwardly Matt was sent reeling by the realization that there indeed had been something off during the nightshift. That doesn't mean anything, he reasoned with himself, his hand continuing to move the sponge against the floor, almost automatically. Several people's heads were messed with last night. Javert was obviously one of them, and something told him that Mello's gut instinct was a similar situation. The blond had never had much of a sixth sense for trouble before - at least not for avoiding it, as far as he'd known.
The only conclusion he could draw at the moment was that it was either part of what they did to him, or it was part of what they'd done to the patients the night before - the so-called Project 2911 Aguilar had announced just after dinner. The latter seemed the more likely, given the circumstances.
"I hate how little we actually know about the way these people think," he commented as his hand kept moving. His body was on cleaning autopilot, it felt like, but whatever. It would keep him out of trouble, he knew, which he needed. "Either they experimented on me and just didn't let me remember it, which would mean there's some sort of hidden plan behind it that has yet to be set into motion, or they didn't hack into my brain and they just want to make me think they did." He pondered over it a minute. "The only reason they would do that would be just to screw with me - which also seems plausible."
There was a third explanation, but it was so unlikely that Matt had all but completely crossed it off the list of potentials: Landel's could have made a mistake.
Despite the altered regime, however, to Matt's knowledge, the facility just didn't make mistakes. No, this was a smooth running operation if he'd ever seen one. In order to make it out and stay out, they'd need to find a crack - which was going to be almost impossible, from what he could tell already.