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damned_institute2012-04-08 11:21 am
toxicspiderman) wrote in damned_institute2012-04-08 11:21 am
Nightshift 62: File Room 2
[from here]
Also, if Landel was as alphabetical as he was diabolical, this room would have at least one file he could cross- reference. He was. It did. S.T. yanked open the drawer marked Qu-Rh and pulled out his own file. He didn't bother reading it. Plenty of time for that in a well-lit room.
"Jackpot," he muttered. There weren't enough files here to cover all the people who'd been here. So either it was random, or it was just the current residents. "If you know anyone who's been taken for the studies, grab them first."
He knew a lot of people who'd been tortured and kicked out. Or killed, which was effectively the same. He started opening drawers at random. The Scarecrow's file might be in here, if it wasn't across the hall. Or if he found one not in the notes, he could find the real name from the fake. Child's play. He hadn't done any real intel gathering since he'd arrived. This was almost relaxing.
Also, if Landel was as alphabetical as he was diabolical, this room would have at least one file he could cross- reference. He was. It did. S.T. yanked open the drawer marked Qu-Rh and pulled out his own file. He didn't bother reading it. Plenty of time for that in a well-lit room.
"Jackpot," he muttered. There weren't enough files here to cover all the people who'd been here. So either it was random, or it was just the current residents. "If you know anyone who's been taken for the studies, grab them first."
He knew a lot of people who'd been tortured and kicked out. Or killed, which was effectively the same. He started opening drawers at random. The Scarecrow's file might be in here, if it wasn't across the hall. Or if he found one not in the notes, he could find the real name from the fake. Child's play. He hadn't done any real intel gathering since he'd arrived. This was almost relaxing.
no subject
Unfortunately, Sangamon's little trick about left versus right didn't really apply when it came to a system of alphabetization. Harvey scanned the file cabinet and realized almost instantly that this was the exact room he'd been before, meaning that his file wasn't here.
The door on the other side, then. Not that he was that interested in looking at his file. He doubted it would do more than piss him off.
"I never made much of a habit of learning people's fake names," he said with a shrug. He doubted he would from now on, either. If someone really wanted their file, they could come find it themselves.