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Night 57: West Wing, South Hall 1-A
[From here.]
Empty. Again.
Whoop-de-doo.
Less witnesses, good thing, yadda yadda yadda. Peter just wanted to get it all over with and get down to the good stuff. (Good being a subjective word here.) The basement. The coliseum of...whatever the coliseum had in store. A fight. Probably with lions. Three headed lions. The point was that they were finally getting somewhere, and now that the hour had come all Peter wanted to do was slice through every other bogus problem barreling his way and head straight for it. He was sick of worrying about Grell, about monsters, about the godawful crap Jessica and her attitude had brought him, about all the people that had left. Being fiction. Kirk had put a better spin on it, but that still did little to ease the grip on his insides every time the subject popped up. And if Captain freaking Kirk couldn't assuage him, then what could?
Getting down to business might. A chance to get answers would be even better.
[To here.]
Empty. Again.
Whoop-de-doo.
Less witnesses, good thing, yadda yadda yadda. Peter just wanted to get it all over with and get down to the good stuff. (Good being a subjective word here.) The basement. The coliseum of...whatever the coliseum had in store. A fight. Probably with lions. Three headed lions. The point was that they were finally getting somewhere, and now that the hour had come all Peter wanted to do was slice through every other bogus problem barreling his way and head straight for it. He was sick of worrying about Grell, about monsters, about the godawful crap Jessica and her attitude had brought him, about all the people that had left. Being fiction. Kirk had put a better spin on it, but that still did little to ease the grip on his insides every time the subject popped up. And if Captain freaking Kirk couldn't assuage him, then what could?
Getting down to business might. A chance to get answers would be even better.
[To here.]
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Unfortunately, the emptiness of the halls didn't last very long, as it was already starting to fill up here and he wasn't even at the meeting point yet. He watched a few patients disappear out of sight, although there was one who seemed to be standing his ground here and he happened to be very familiar.
Harvey hadn't spoken to Gant in a few days, and for good reason. The guy rubbed him the wrong way and while conversations with him were engaging, they were also unsettling. He knew he didn't do well around police officials who weren't what they seemed, even if the man made every attempt to come off as well-meaning. Harvey wasn't buying it.
But seeing how he was without his bandages and armed to the teeth at the moment, he wouldn't be surprised if Gant tried to stop him and chat. He didn't have the time for that, nor did he really want to tell the man anything useful. For that reason, Harvey bowed his head, knowing that it would be impossible to blend in and yet doing his best. Luckily, even as he quickly walked past the police chief didn't call out to him.
Maybe the man had his own plans that he was worrying about. Harvey didn't really care about the reason, and could only hope that Gant wouldn't track him down tomorrow to ask questions. Either way, he was just about at the main hall, so he definitely wasn't stopping now.
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