"Did you draw that yourself, sir?" Gumshoe queried, sights looming from above the younger man. "I should make copies!" ... When I get back to the precinct! He silently affixed.
Ah, he recognised this area without the lighting. He'd stopped by the Clinic room last night, shifted into one of those corridors with the kids. It was really strange, but having navigated his way through pitch darkness seemed to have aided his memory better than if he'd walked in illuminated surroundings...
"I think it's here," he said quietly, growing conscious of the risks to be had if he continued to speak in a raised voice. Moving quickly towards the exit, he opened the door for Mr. Edgeworth. "Also, some guys've set up a kind of refuge in a room down there." He pointed a finger in the direction of M35. "Th- Things got crazy yesterday. Found a boy with b- broken ribs, I think, and h- he told me about this place that could help him. We, um, we took him there, and..." He trailed off, blanching all of a sudden. It was like an invisible healing cloud had swept over the teenager... like some spiritual power or another had been utilised to wipe away the wounds.
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"Did you draw that yourself, sir?" Gumshoe queried, sights looming from above the younger man. "I should make copies!" ... When I get back to the precinct! He silently affixed.
Ah, he recognised this area without the lighting. He'd stopped by the Clinic room last night, shifted into one of those corridors with the kids. It was really strange, but having navigated his way through pitch darkness seemed to have aided his memory better than if he'd walked in illuminated surroundings...
"I think it's here," he said quietly, growing conscious of the risks to be had if he continued to speak in a raised voice. Moving quickly towards the exit, he opened the door for Mr. Edgeworth. "Also, some guys've set up a kind of refuge in a room down there." He pointed a finger in the direction of M35. "Th- Things got crazy yesterday. Found a boy with b- broken ribs, I think, and h- he told me about this place that could help him. We, um, we took him there, and..." He trailed off, blanching all of a sudden. It was like an invisible healing cloud had swept over the teenager... like some spiritual power or another had been utilised to wipe away the wounds.