Lana's heels clicked on the tile floors. She slowed her pace, trying to avoid making noise, although that merely changed it to soft squeaks. The flashlight beam was a much simpler give-away, so she sped up again.
Were they all going to change, and the question was merely when? If so, Landel was right -- they would be attacked by their own friends, precisely when they least expected it. They'd gotten used to the threat of brainwashing, inasmuch anyone could, but the uncertainty made this worse. No one had described the process, at least not that she had found. Was it sudden? Did it happen at any particular time? Why hadn't she found a way to ask these things during the day? The staff weren't stopping people from posting fairly detailed report, especially when they'd been distracted by an extremely juvenile display of vocabulary, but she hadn't done more than read the answers.
Why hadn't she been able to find an answer before Prosecutor Faraday had done the one thing she would never have thought him capable of? He'd attacked children. And if he could, so could she. She touched the gun in her pocket. Had he had any time at all to realize what was happening?
She wouldn't make that mistake tomorrow. Presuming, of course, that she didn't have first-hand experience. And if she did, she'd post the answers instead. Or she'd be joining Faraday in the morgue, as penance.
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Lana's heels clicked on the tile floors. She slowed her pace, trying to avoid making noise, although that merely changed it to soft squeaks. The flashlight beam was a much simpler give-away, so she sped up again.
Were they all going to change, and the question was merely when? If so, Landel was right -- they would be attacked by their own friends, precisely when they least expected it. They'd gotten used to the threat of brainwashing, inasmuch anyone could, but the uncertainty made this worse. No one had described the process, at least not that she had found. Was it sudden? Did it happen at any particular time? Why hadn't she found a way to ask these things during the day? The staff weren't stopping people from posting fairly detailed report, especially when they'd been distracted by an extremely juvenile display of vocabulary, but she hadn't done more than read the answers.
Why hadn't she been able to find an answer before Prosecutor Faraday had done the one thing she would never have thought him capable of? He'd attacked children. And if he could, so could she. She touched the gun in her pocket. Had he had any time at all to realize what was happening?
She wouldn't make that mistake tomorrow. Presuming, of course, that she didn't have first-hand experience. And if she did, she'd post the answers instead. Or she'd be joining Faraday in the morgue, as penance.
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