Now there was something new. People who had been across to their encampment. And then... been transported right back? The rebels might have been real, and their attempts to help might have been genuine, but something about their existence still rubbed Skulduggery the wrong way.
He nodded slowly. "Good points, all. But this note doesn't mention anything about the third floor - just that whenever they deliver this piece of tech, to use it near wherever Landel happens to be. That might be the third floor, but it might not. Landel is a psychopath. In my experience, when psychopaths create games of challenges and tests to keep themselves entertained, they like to watch. Now, that could mean he's on the third floor watching through hidden cameras, but with the way he likes to rub every small failure in our faces?"
It was difficult to strategise when half of the prisoners wouldn't even talk to each other, but in this instance, Skulduggery had the vague beginnings of an idea. He wouldn't squander it when so many people were already doing what the rebels wanted, and the more places Landel's armour was attacked from, the greater the chance of someone breaking through.
"It's an option," he summarised. "Maybe if we ask around tomorrow, learn more about the basement and what people have discovered on the third floor, more of us will be willing to talk about what we should do next. Your clay figures are exquisite, by the way."
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He nodded slowly. "Good points, all. But this note doesn't mention anything about the third floor - just that whenever they deliver this piece of tech, to use it near wherever Landel happens to be. That might be the third floor, but it might not. Landel is a psychopath. In my experience, when psychopaths create games of challenges and tests to keep themselves entertained, they like to watch. Now, that could mean he's on the third floor watching through hidden cameras, but with the way he likes to rub every small failure in our faces?"
It was difficult to strategise when half of the prisoners wouldn't even talk to each other, but in this instance, Skulduggery had the vague beginnings of an idea. He wouldn't squander it when so many people were already doing what the rebels wanted, and the more places Landel's armour was attacked from, the greater the chance of someone breaking through.
"It's an option," he summarised. "Maybe if we ask around tomorrow, learn more about the basement and what people have discovered on the third floor, more of us will be willing to talk about what we should do next. Your clay figures are exquisite, by the way."