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Nightshift 40: M11-M20 Hallway

[M12]

There was this 'Avatar' again, the thing that supposedly linked one's consciousness within this video game. Klavier couldn't quite understand how such a thing could help anyone fight, but he was certain that this connection had something to do with how and why Endrance was taken. If this really wasn't something every player experienced, then there was little doubt others might find such a thing interesting, yes? He still wasn't sure how this all worked, but preserving this connection had to be the point of it all. At least in this particular case.

Any further discussion on this or the strange 'Kira' murders was cut short with the intercom announcement. If one could call it that. Herr Doktor's voice and demeanor changed come nightfall, true, but this was stranger than usual. In fact, he couldn't even be sure if it was the doctor. It was far too raspy to identify either way.

This was getting more bizarre with every evening. First taunting then what may or may not have been snoring... and now this strange dilapidated voice?

"Open the box?" he repeated. What could he possibly mean by that? ...Wait. Was this voice even addressing the patient population? It seemed too specific a thing to say to everyone. Could this be a message for Herr Doktor? Or was this a message for a specific party? Maybe someone had managed to do something recently...

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The gun had worn out its use, apparently, although evidence of continued violence seemed only to escalate. Except now, the perpetrator(s) had taken their issues directly outside. Wonderful. Hopefully there would be no need to baracade themselves--

...What in God's name was Klavier doing? Did the younger man honestly think rushing out a mere minute after a shooting incident was a brilliant maneuver? The child was never this thoughtless before; all that nonsense with rocking and rolling must have put the notion of invincibility into his head.

Kristoph wasted no time in stepping forward and grabbed his little brother by the forearm. "Where are you going?" he hissed.

Despite the fact that he felt there wasn't time for any of this, Klavier did indeed stop in his tracks as soon as his brother grabbed his arm. He didn't pull away from the grip but he didn't look settled on staying put either.

He turned to look his brother in the eye, nothing but determination across his face. "We have to stop them. They're going to kill each other if we don't."

Two shots and now what was sounding like a fight out in the hallway. If they were still fighting, no one was dead yet at least. But no one planned to pull a trigger unless there was an intent to kill, and that was something Klavier couldn't idly sit by and put up with.

Though he didn't take another step, he turned to look at the door again. "We can't let them keep going. We can't just do nothing!"

There. That look of resolved heroics. Nothing exasperated the man more than reckless endangerment in the pursuit of justice, especially when the pursuer was his own flesh and blood. Klavier should know better. The fact he was throwing that logic away irritated him to no end.

"Klavier." Kristoph returned the look, careful to maintain his anger beneath the surface. "Consider your actions for a minute. Lives may be in danger, but the instance you step outside, your life may be forfeit."

He loosened the grip on his brother's arm, but the intention to let him go had yet to surface. "We can wait until the danger passes. I have no intention of letting this situation pass without an investigation," he continued, steadily appearing more like a concerned sibling, "but risk you to a bullet, I will never condone."

If anyone believed his answer to originate from altruistic desires, they would be dead wrong. Klavier was far more useful than the fools loitering about; it was simply a matter of cost and efficiency. Of course, no one needed to know that.

Klavier himself relaxed just a little at the words. His brother was right, of course. Running into a brawl between two irrational people, at least one of which armed with a gun, wasn't the smartest of moves. He understood that. He or Kristoph could end up getting killed in the process.

He fully understood playing peacekeeper was a futile effort, which was why he was forced to ignore so much while coming here. But this instance was simply too much. The fact was... there were no police here. No law, no order, except that in which the patients themselves enforced. If no one said anything, if no one helped, this would only continue. Or escalate.

It was actually touching to hear the open concern Kristoph held for his well being. It was... understandable. Had their places been switched, Klavier wouldn't want him running out into that kind of situation either.

"I know..." he said gently, as though to reassure his brother's worry. "I'm not planning to just jump out and throw myself into a fight. But if we can maybe talk some sense into..."

His speech faded into nothing and he suddenly looked distracted. After a moment, "...It sounds like it stopped." No... They were too late. They'd waited too long to help... He turned to face the door again. It was only a step away from him as it was.

"...Someone might be hurt." Or dead. He turned to Kristoph really quick, somewhere between telling him and asking permission. "I... I'm going to make sure they're okay. I'm only going to look. I won't throw myself into anything."

He swore he wouldn't. The last thing he wanted was to leave his brother alone in a place like this...

[peeking out here]

[stepped outside for just a moment and is now coming back from here]

Despite what he'd said, Klavier did end up going out into the hallway for what may have been half a minute. When he came back through the door, he wasn't empty handed. He was dragging what seemed to be an extremely injured man in by the arms. He made sure the door shut before finally laying the man down on the floor.

Damn. They shouldn't have waited so long to act. The guy had been beaten pretty badly, though as far as he could see, there were no bullet wounds on him. That was at least one good thing.

He turned to Kristoph, obviously concerned. Any fragments of panic were carefully swallowed down. "He just left him there. But... he's not dead yet." He looked down at the guy. "Apparently, his ribs are busted though."

That was no minor injury... It was a good thing he'd gone out. If he didn't who knew if the attacker would have finished him off or not.

As far as the elder Gavin was concerned, talking sense into two men aimed at each other's throats was throwing one's self into the fight. Words were weapons in the world of law; surely the boy was not so moronic to believe otherwise. But it seemed Klavier had no intention of listening. The prosecutor broke away from his grasp and disappeared, leaving Kristoph to resist the sudden, intense urge to slap a hand across the forehead. Fine. A stupid child was a stupid child. If he died, well, that would be his mistake. Kristoph could simply gather up the pipes and the papers and spend a relaxing evening in his own room, sibling-free.

Of course, it couldn't be that easy. No, Klavier was alive, with an unconscious body in tow. Said body soon found himself at Kristoph's feet, an obtrusion appearing suspiciously like out of a horror-comedy mix.

The former desire escalated. Killing Klavier had to be condoned at this point.

Kristoph narrowed his eyes a fraction of an inch. Whether the man was deliberating or merely feeling murderous, the fact was up for discretion. "Please." He cleared a throat. "Explain to me the following: when you promised me you wouldn't 'throw' yourself into 'anything', was dragging back an unconscious man the exception?"

Blue eyes fell to the body on the floor. "Furthermore," he quietly continued, "what possessed you to believe moving an individual with one or possibly more fractured ribs would be a sound idea?" The gaze returned to the younger blond. "Finally. What are two medically untrained men supposed to accomplish in this situation?"

A pause. "You have a minute."

Klavier's attention had been mostly focused on the unconscious body in the room, indeed considering what exactly they were going to do. Of course his attention snapped up from the victim as soon as Kristoph uttered his first word. He didn't have to be looking at the elder to recognize the fact that the man was not pleased. A subtle quiet in the tone was enough to indicate such. And, well, maybe Klavier couldn't blame him. He'd gone outside regardless of prior warning, even going as far as leaving Kristoph behind in the room. Anything could have happened.

No, worse than that. Kristoph probably felt as though he'd been let down; Klavier's word broken. Personally, he didn't consider that the case at all but... He turned his attention to his brother, something a bit harder to do than he'd like to admit. There was some mix of discomfort and apology seeping through his expression, but he tried hard to keep a steadfast resolve. Regardless of what his brother thought... he knew what he had done wasn't wrong. Despite the wavering experssion, his voice at least seemed strong.

"...I only retrieved a body after the fight was over. That's all. Cleaning up the aftermath isn't exactly getting involved in the dispute." In a way. Alright, he did somewhat involve himself, but not to interfering levels. "As for moving the body, leaving him outside isn't an option. If we do, any creatures roaming around will be attracted to this spot. It would guarantee his death and put us in danger. Better to risk making his injury a little worse than to risk that, I would think."

As for what to do... he was still trying to figure that one out. But saying he didn't know would be completely unacceptable. He looked down at the man. He was a mess, and the longer nothing was done the worse he would get. The point remained neither he nor Kristoph knew how to tend to these wounds. Klavier paused, considering what to say. "...Well. We can't accomplish anything directly. If we can't help, at the very least, we can put him somewhere safer than a hallway. Even if simply an empty room."

It was too bad he didn't recognize this one. Even if he knew some of the man's friends, he had no way of contacting or finding any of them.

Oh, good. He was in a room with Mother Theresa and a burlap sack.

Wordlessly, his gaze still fixed on Klavier, the man stepped around the body and toward the papers on his brother's desk. He rummaged through the stack as if searching for something specific (somehow managing to keep an eye on the occupants simultaneously). He found his mark a minute later: the map to the first floor. It was only then Kristoph broke away to stare down at its contents.

"M35." He slapped the paper back down on the desk. "Clinic of the St. Francis Aide Society. They should have the necessary provisions." Which meant they had to relocate without a single delay. His brother's heroism was on the line.

Perhaps on the way back, Kristoph could find that picturesque den full of flesh-eating monsters to push Klavier into.

The long stretch of silence along with that unreadable look was enough to make his blood freeze. He couldn't move or even dare say another word. Probably a good thing since he might have panicked if he did either. Even after he'd finally spoken, it took a few long seconds to get his mind grinding again.

St. Francis Society. That was one of the clubs he saw mentioned on the board now and again. If their posts were really to be believed, then that would probably be the best place to take him. M35 wasn't very far from there either. Klavier pulled his gaze away finally to focus on the task at hand. One... thing at a time. That was always the best way to approach things. "M35..." he repeated far more quietly than he'd intended. "Right. That may be the best place..."

And now he was blabbering. Come on, now. This isn't the time to let one's mind go blank. He had to consider how to move the body without the man's ribs puncturing a lung. Bending him wasn't an option; he had to be kept as straight as possible. But dragging him the entire way would be too slow and would leave them even more vulnerable. Finally, he knelt down and threw the man's arm around his neck and pulled him up as he stood, other arm around the man's waist.

This would be much easier if the victim were capable of standing on his own, but for now, it would have to do. It allowed the best hold and the fastest movement provided he wouldn't have to do it for long. It also allowed room for Kristoph to do the same on the other side if he was helping. "At least it's not far. We should be able to get there quickly enough."

In the safety of the shadows, Kristoph rolled his eyes. Twice. A part of him couldn't believe he was being dragged into this madness, but the man had no choice. It would be to his benefit to follow along; anything else would become problematic. Or more so, given this circumstance was already proving to be a massive headache.

And yet... He observed his brother and their recent "procurement" for a moment, before stooping down to reach for the pipes. They outweighed any intention of touching that unfortunate thing; there were only so much he would do for family.

Armed with flashlight and pipe, he then strolled over to the door and pulled it open. "Quickly."

Or perhaps Kristoph wouldn't be helping after all. Though it was obvious to see why once his brother had picked up one of the pipes. If both went down the hall carrying the body, they'd be completely vulnerable. Not to mention it would be hard to see where they were going without someone holding a flashlight. As usual, the elder brother was several steps ahead of the younger.

Klavier simply nodded his head and moved out with the body in tow.

[Quickly, Kristoph! To the ~~Gavinmobile~~ clinic!]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/604465.html?thread=51031857#t51031857).]

Between the appearance of the body and its aftermath, M12 was in a state of disarray. Pipes strewn about the floor. Closet ajar. Desk littered with papers. True, the result could have been much worse, but considering both men's meticulous attention to detail, the state was unacceptable. So much so that rather than waiting for his little brother to find him, Kristoph set to organize what he could.

Of course, cleaning was not the only objective the blond had in mind. The task gave him a chance to snoop around, see what the younger Gavin (and his roommate) might have stowed away. There was probably nothing to find (a short rummage through the closets had yet to disprove this assumption), but a little look could not hurt.

Soon, nearly everything had been put away or stacked against the wall. Kristoph then casually approached the paper piles on his brother's desk and with a more cautious eye, began to "sort" them.

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It was becoming apparent that extended periods of time in dark spaces coupled with a mind that thought far too much was an extremely dangerous combination. A few minutes of walking through pitch black was enough to play on Klavier's paranoia enough to nearly drive him mad. It very well might have if he didn't have the luxury of distraction.

When he finally reached his room, he quietly exhaled in relief. There he was, sitting quietly at Klavier's desk and calmly looking through papers. Completely normal as if there were no problems whatsoever. It was a scene he was used to seeing before... that. It was exactly how he always wanted to remember him: reserved, working, and unfazed by anything around him.

Suddenly, Klavier almost felt exhausted. That had taken quite the toll on his heart, but now that he knew Kristoph was safe, he felt rather silly about jumping to conclusions. It was a bit too much for the moment. He needed to collect himself. Again.

Without a word to Kristoph as of yet, he took the chair from Endrance's side (he wouldn't mind if he wasn't using it) and set it at the side of the desk before sitting himself into it. Still secretly shaken by the mini-ordeal, he couldn't bring himself to say anything just yet. He simply watched what his brother was doing.

Despite a thorough read, the papers revealed little to no useful information. The surveys were actually the most informative of the lot, and even then, they failed to capture his interest. His scope did not lie with the general patient populace, only a select few. And what these notes contained were relatively harmless in nature.

They did, however, pass the time.

When Klavier returned, the elder did not budge from his spot. Instead, he flipped casually to another page and started to skim its contents. "You're back," Kristoph murmured. "How was it?"

There was a brief pause after the question, as though Klavier was actually considering the answer. "...Interesting. And somewhat strange. People have an odd way of thinking here," he answered as casually as possible. "But provided he keeps himself still, he should be fine."

He had no immediate intention of discussing the odd glowing phenomenon just yet. Not unless specifically asked. Strange anomaly, certainly, but he had no real way to describe what it was that had happened. That woman --Hinamori, was it?-- had described it as spiritual energy or some such nonsense, but it obviously didn't turn out how she imagined it to. Likely her idea of it was incorrect as well. He'd rather not sit here and stab at things he couldn't even classify when there were already far too many mysteries to consider.

His eyes were on the notes Kristoph was looking over as opposed to his face. He frowned just a little, unable to see the specific page his brother was looking at. He had no problem with him looking the data over, of course; anyone was welcome to whatever information he managed to gather (with exception to some). Thankfully, he'd kept his notes organized... Though many of the notes regarding the survey were incomplete.

Speaking of which, he had wanted further feedback regarding the notes from the Fräulein Detective and Edgeworth, but any insight his brother could provide would probably be several levels more helpful. And since it was one of the largest sections in his notes, there was no doubt the elder had stumbled across it to some degree. Actually... any observations Kristoph had would probably be profoundly valuable.

"...I've been keeping track of the nightly events people have been reporting and trying to find similarities within the patient body." Yes, his brother hadn't exactly asked for any elaboration, but it didn't hurt to say anything right? "At the moment, it seems somewhat fruitless. What connections exist are vague and seemingly unimportant. And there doesn't seem to be much linearity in the staff's activities. It's... peculiar."

Unfortunately, there were so many bizarre things going on, Klavier was admittedly taking on far too much at once, even for him. Every time he tried to pursue one mystery he was faced with at least ten more. It was endless...

Kristoph was no fool. His brother must have witnessed something extraordinary in the clinic to warrant such a response. Perhaps an element completely contrary to their reality-- Their late charge rising miraculously to execute several back handsprings without further agitation to his injuries, for instance. The possibilities served to pique the man's curiosity a bit.

At the same time, however, the interruption had more or less been a thorn at his side. No interest would make up for all the time he did not wish to deal with the matter. It had concluded. Any more would only serve to remind him of wasted minutes. And that irritated him. Greatly.

He instead flipped to another page and resisted the urged to sniff in derisive amusement. Apparently this 11 to 15-year-old patient was from the "Fire Country". Most broad. "Yes, I have noticed," Kristoph responded, sounding somewhat distracted for a man so thoroughly focused. "Your preliminary analysis hardly surprises me. The material you have now is...lacking at best. Combining other factors, you would be fortunate to manage even one conjecture." These so-called factors were more incidental as opposed to originating from incompetence. Not everyone, for example, would have bothered or desired to give away information--not without a cost, at least. Klavier would be hard pressed to provide the necessary price for each and every patient, much like any researcher and their study.

He turned another page. This one--another young man--proved much more detailed in his answers. "I would not disregard them so soon, however. Even insignificance may reveal a new path." A smile. "Or throw your entire investigation offtrack." This was nothing new to a seasoned associate of investigations: incomplete sources only frustrate, statistics lie, but any information was worth its weight (or lack thereof). Klavier knew this--there was no questioning the boy's knowledge--but a reminder could never hurt.

"Personally," Kristoph continued, his hand once again shifting papers, "I believe the staff's activities are not their own."

'Lacking.' That was a very fitting way to describe it. Klavier could admit that was the case. True, he had gathered as much as possible for the brief time he'd been there, but it was still little to go on. Even then, all he could ever manage were collections of fragments; some based on opinions and some incomplete due to general paranoia. Yet, it was all he could manage for now. Even if nothing concrete came of it, it was better than nothing at all.

He inwardly smiled at the small vote of confidence that statement brought. No information was a waste; it was true. Throughout their careers, they'd both seen what seems like the smallest detail completely make or break a case. Everything deserved its due consideration. It was too early in the game to be declaring anything a lost cause.

"What exactly do you mean by that?" he asked, an immediate interest being taken in the new point. He was somewhat leaning forward now with undisciplined interest. "It seems the lower ranked staff are utterly oblivious to what's going on, and from what I've seen, there's yet to be much of anything regarding the upper ranks... outside whatever atrocities people feel comfortable in sharing."

Although Kristoph appeared nowhere near attentive, his focus was on Klavier and Klavier alone. The papers in front of him momentarily shifted to the background in an effort to indulge his lieber Brüderlein. "Simple," he answered. "They are unaware of their own actions. Ignorant. Not like cattle, mind you, but there is an element of control over the poor souls which exists on a level beyond their understanding."

A thought struck the man, then. He turned to face Klavier, blue eyes fixed on blue. "If you seek a more concrete illustration..." His lips pulled into an unpleasant smile. "I use you, your fame with the masses, and your position as prosecutor to commit the perfect crime. My actions are discrete; I seem nothing more than the usual brother to you in our discourse. Would you have uncovered my scheme in this circumstance? Would you have known the angel you loved was the Devil himself?"

He chuckled, as if shaking off the words as nothing more than a jest. "Excuse me. I shouldn't resort to poetics so casually."

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One could have frozen time and it wouldn't have replicated the sudden stillness that followed Kristoph's words. Klavier stared with a look bordering somewhere between blank and flabbergasted, almost like the words had yet to fully register in his head.

What kind of... Forget poetics. Was his brother mad? Who said something like that for sake of example?! Sometimes, Kristoph could have a very morbid sense of humor. Though he wouldn't call this an attempt at being funny. Honestly, it was somewhat hurtful to consider.

...This was so silly. Why was he letting this bother him? It was just a simple example to explain a point he himself had asked about. It served its purpose in elaborating, strange as it might have seemed. ...No. That wasn't why it was irking him. It was because now he was thinking of Daryan. He'd done his best to avoid thinking about that case, and bringing it back to the forefront of his mind was grinding on his nerves.

Ach, he was letting his mind digress from the point. Just because it was a personal example and dragged up bad memories didn't mean he could just let himself get careless. He considered Kristoph's example, trying to be as objective as possible regarding the hypothetical situation.

"Ah. Well. I can see your point," he said a bit slowly. There was a healthy distance in his tone, mostly so it was apparent he was agreeing to the point not Kristoph's probability of doing such a thing. "In the case of that example... provided there was no change in behavior and you really were discrete, it would probably be difficult to detect anything foul. Likely, that would be even easier for someone as distant as one's boss. ...It would explain why it is he chooses to change behavior during the day."

That had been one of the biggest puzzles: Why would Herr Doktor bother when everyone here knew? This theory of his brother's actually explained it rather nicely. "However... There is no such thing as a perfect crime. I'm under the impression this operation has been going on for quite some time. I would think manipulation and deception could only last so long. Maybe a year or two. Someone would have to notice something eventually, and I'm certain Dr. Landel is aware of that. There has to be more to it than that. Counter-measures of some sort, perhaps."

It was a fact that the majority of serial killers tended to be very good at deception and charisma, enough to fool those around them. But they did always slip up at some point. And then there were those like Daryan who got caught even faster. Though he would never compare Daryan to this lunatic. There was a difference between being a bastard and simply being evil, after all.

Oh? Had Kristoph spoken out of turn? Mentioned the unmentionable? Hurt his younger brother so cruelly with the innocent analogy? Klavier looked so utterly put off-- He'd surely hit upon one of those points.

Kristoph canted his head, a fine mix of concern and veiled interest. "You appear distressed," he stated. "Have I gone too far?" If so, his intent went off without a single hitch.

Despite his own question, he managed another set of subdued laughter. "It is merely an example. Do not become so somber you miss the point." It was a warning...and a tease if Klavier was observant enough. Kristoph certainly did not appear so heartless as to withhold some false sympathy, but one could derive a possibility not present until now.

Thankfully (or not), the young man regained his senses, and their discussion continued. "Theoretically, yes," he answered, his tone now gentle, "but you bring up a solid detail. No human holds the concept of infinity. An entertainer can only manage a single act for so long. It is reasonable to assume he has...leverage."

"Controlling psyches, perhaps," suggested Kristoph. "The hospital is capable of brainwashing. The concept is not entirely inconceivable."

To be perfectly honest, Klavier viewed that more as a tease than a serious statement (though there was one there, of course). A subtle poke at the over emotional little brother, it seemed. It was the kind of thing anyone would have done in response to someone taking something a bit too seriously. He knew he would have in the same situation. Somehow or other, it didn't exactly make him feel better.

"No, it's fine. Don't worry about it," he said as nonchalantly as possible. You just have bad taste in analogies. Luckily, the slip had only been brief. He'd regained a thoughtful expression as though nothing had happened at all.

"That's very likely. Between brainwashing and erasing memory, they certainly don't lack the technology or the means to do something like that. And they most probably wouldn't hesitate to use it on staff." Now he almost felt bad for the poor nurses. If this was the case, everyone here was a victim in the end. ...Hmm.

"...If that's really the case, it makes one wonder why he doesn't simply do so with everyone here. Instead, they leave us to our own devices, to resist or cooperate as we wish. It would be easier to just make everyone compliant." Unless the resistance was the point. What could that mean then? ...Was he actually choosing people based on their personalities rather than their jobs, connections, or histories? Those who would react in ways he wanted? If he really is as good at manipulation as Kristoph speculated, maybe....

For now, he would allow their interaction to progress unfazed. There would be plenty of opportunities for disparaging later. "Good," Kristoph replied, sounding far more tickled than usual.

The mirth, however, soon disintegrated into deadly quiet, as though the man was taken by a sour thought. Klavier would not catch the reason for the shift, but like many of his habits, the elder was justified. Especially considering the memory those words invoked. "Among others." He turned away to papers.

"The answer depends upon our host, or the strings behind him," he continued. His tone remained unchanged. "He may wish to break us for entertainment's sake, much like a child removing the head of a doll in jest. Or perhaps he finds conscious suffering to be informative. The reasons are endless." Not that Kristoph actually believed such was the case. He had yet to budge on the point: Martin Landel will always be a simple man.

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The sudden, brief silence was enough to catch his attention. In fact, for a moment, Klavier thought he might have said something a bit too ridiculous. Fortunately, it seemed to simply be the morbidity of the conversation.

Though the point he made was... odd, to say the least. "Others? Like his superiors?" Frankly he thought that to be a little... far-fetched. A bit too much so for one of Kristoph's theories. The focus shifting beyond the patients and staff was random and leading to too broad a subject, especially since they hadn't the slightest idea what the operations beyond Herr Doktor were like. An unusually blind stab for his brother. Then again, with the brevity of the comment, maybe Kristoph had just been thinking aloud. ...No, that was still a bit strange. "I would think it would probably be easier to execute such things with a controllable mass rather than moving beyond those in the institute. That might be exceptionally risky. Probably too much so to chance it."

Then again, the man's motives were unpredictable and indeed the possibilities were endless, as his brother said. This entire setup was risky and idiotic to begin with, so perhaps common sense and reason didn't really come into play when it came down to it.

It took considerable amount of restraint to keep the "Oh, please," to himself. Instead, Kristoph waved a dismissive hand, his eyes still locked on the surveys. "No," he said, "albeit you were on the right track." The question now became whether or not the man felt like sharing where his brother missed the mark. He was planning to draw the punishment out for as long as possible; revealing the source reeked of prematurity.

In the end, he opted for a compromise. This topic could prove sweet if progressed correctly. "Have you heard of visitors?"

Klavier thought that sounded a bit too strange to be right. It was too idiotic a move. Herr Doktor was unpredictable but not stupid. But...

"Visitors?" Well, this was new. Why was it he kept getting tidbits out of the blue that everyone prior somehow failed to mention? If he was understanding this correctly, one would think visitors from the outside coming into the complex would be a rather important detail. Why was this his first time hearing of such a thing?

"No, I haven't heard anything about any visitors," he said, actually seeming a bit perplexed by the idea.

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