Before Lana could answer, the radio crackled to life, ending with the now-standard squeal of feedback that usually heralded a change in the nature of reality. She'd put a arm around Ema's shoulder as soon as the broadcast had started, and her hold tightened as the volume picked up. But before she could voice a reaction to that, the man in the shadows stepped forward.
He hadn't heard it? No problem. Lana didn't have Lunge's photographic memory, but she could certainly summarize every salient point, including the half-dozen tidbits where her hands had twitched with the frustration of not being able to ask for clarification.
"Martin Landel claimed to be a 'purveyor of psychological experimentation', put in place by the government. Either he was bluffing or he shares the town's immunity to permanent death, unlike the previous broadcaster, whose equipment is, for the moment, in Marc's hands. He claimed multiple reasons we should listen closely, but detailed only one, unless that squeal at the end contained a hidden code. That one piece was that there is a 'surprise' in the basement, and that the doors there that were shut can now be opened. I'm afraid that I've never been down there, so I can't verify any of that. Ah, and that, as long as Aguilar is in charge, he claims to want to help us escape, using his remaining ability to 'run' the institute."
Lana's tone started out dry and ended parched enough to send rookie defense attorneys to the lobby for a drink of water before they could again produce words, but it was aimed at the radio, not her fellow prisoners. "That feedback has never been followed by anything good; I doubt it has anything to do with faulty equipment." She leaned over and set down her flashlight, unwilling to let Ema go, and extended a hand. "Lana Skye."
Then she looked at Ema, eyebrows raised. It was both a chance to introduce herself and an invitation to add anything Lana had missed; and, if she was being truthful, a way to make sure she was alright without letting the man know that anything might be wrong besides what was already evident.
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He hadn't heard it? No problem. Lana didn't have Lunge's photographic memory, but she could certainly summarize every salient point, including the half-dozen tidbits where her hands had twitched with the frustration of not being able to ask for clarification.
"Martin Landel claimed to be a 'purveyor of psychological experimentation', put in place by the government. Either he was bluffing or he shares the town's immunity to permanent death, unlike the previous broadcaster, whose equipment is, for the moment, in Marc's hands. He claimed multiple reasons we should listen closely, but detailed only one, unless that squeal at the end contained a hidden code. That one piece was that there is a 'surprise' in the basement, and that the doors there that were shut can now be opened. I'm afraid that I've never been down there, so I can't verify any of that. Ah, and that, as long as Aguilar is in charge, he claims to want to help us escape, using his remaining ability to 'run' the institute."
Lana's tone started out dry and ended parched enough to send rookie defense attorneys to the lobby for a drink of water before they could again produce words, but it was aimed at the radio, not her fellow prisoners. "That feedback has never been followed by anything good; I doubt it has anything to do with faulty equipment." She leaned over and set down her flashlight, unwilling to let Ema go, and extended a hand. "Lana Skye."
Then she looked at Ema, eyebrows raised. It was both a chance to introduce herself and an invitation to add anything Lana had missed; and, if she was being truthful, a way to make sure she was alright without letting the man know that anything might be wrong besides what was already evident.