Not many men could claim the privilege of knowing ahead of their time. Kristoph was fortunate to fall under such luck this particular evening. Thanks to his foresight, he checked the bulletin shortly before dinner announcement and thus, stumbled upon information. Or an exchange, rather, between good Mr. Teru and the man he would love nothing more than to bury under a hundred feet of dirt.
Of course, he could not let this opportunity slip by another night. He had no choice; Crane had forced his hand. Between stealing his file and blackmailing, the doctor deserved any retaliation from Kristoph's side. There was the slight chance of involving an additional person, but with careful planning, he could possibly pull it off without alerting the prosecutor.
No, it had to work. No amount of second guessing or ill-favored consequence would prevent the man from ridding himself of his most immediate threat. He could kill two if needs be.
Kristoph, therefore, spent his dinner in a somber mood, offering silent courtesy to his roommate when asked, crafting his plans for the night other times. The intercom's abrupt message, as screeching as it had been, only served to encourage the attorney, who found a humorous sort of irony in defying both his blackmailer and his captor in a single turn. It was a highlight to an otherwise foul day.
As soon as preparations were finished, Kristoph verified the location of his patient file before leaving the room. He could trust Hughes to not take a peek while he was out; privacy was a common courtesy between roommates.
[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/547107.html?thread=44866851#t44866851).]
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Of course, he could not let this opportunity slip by another night. He had no choice; Crane had forced his hand. Between stealing his file and blackmailing, the doctor deserved any retaliation from Kristoph's side. There was the slight chance of involving an additional person, but with careful planning, he could possibly pull it off without alerting the prosecutor.
No, it had to work. No amount of second guessing or ill-favored consequence would prevent the man from ridding himself of his most immediate threat. He could kill two if needs be.
Kristoph, therefore, spent his dinner in a somber mood, offering silent courtesy to his roommate when asked, crafting his plans for the night other times. The intercom's abrupt message, as screeching as it had been, only served to encourage the attorney, who found a humorous sort of irony in defying both his blackmailer and his captor in a single turn. It was a highlight to an otherwise foul day.
As soon as preparations were finished, Kristoph verified the location of his patient file before leaving the room. He could trust Hughes to not take a peek while he was out; privacy was a common courtesy between roommates.
[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/547107.html?thread=44866851#t44866851).]