Day 43: Intercom, Evening

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Hello! I.R.I.S. here once more to announce to you, our honored guests, that you have officially made it through a day of our typical Landel's treatment. Of course, it isn't quite over: we will now have you retire to our designated patient quarters with one of your agency partners to inspect their sleeping area and the tools that we provide them with for the true bulk of our behavioral testing. On an added note, we would like you to notice once again that the meals we provide to our subjects are of the highest quality.

For those of you feeling apprehensive about taking part in our more intensive methods, please be aware that we would never imagine putting all of you in any danger whatsoever. This last shift will be your last at our Institute; afterward, we will escort you to our Head Doctor's personal observation station to survey some of our test Next-Wave participants in the rigorous trials we put them through – all for their betterment, of course.

Once again, we hope that you are satisfied with what you find, and as always, direct any questions you may have to your console.

The nurses began to escort the patients to their rooms. They didn't even seem to be brought to awareness by words such as "testing" and "subjects."

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Once again, the initials seemed to get the right impression across even when the exact meaning hadn't carried. Interestingly, they also appeared to be a cue for Dent to start talking more easily; he'd barely spoken more than two or three words without an accusing stare to back them up before, but now the question sounded honest. And in Lunge's experience, that usually meant one of two things: either the subject had genuine respect for the law, or they had something to hide and wanted to sound sincere.

It wasn't difficult to guess which of the two Lunge felt more inclined to believe. I never stop listening either, Dent.

In spite of the diagnosis, he made an attempt to answer truthfully. Fighting lies with lies (particularly needless ones) was not a strategy he particularly wanted to take quite so soon. The hand at his side jerked briefly with recall as he searched the files in his mind for any female prosecutors he had encountered. Dietrich, K. Gerhardt, P... "I've never met anyone by that name," he answered eventually, "although it's entirely possible that we've just never met before."

In regard to last night, he nodded. "Virtually. I only got to look around for fifteen minutes at most, but I didn't see anyone else." Not in person, at least. The mud tracks and blood had let him know that he wasn't entirely alone, but other than that, 'abandoned' just about covered it. "I've heard that the rest of you were in the local town."

[dualistic]

So they didn't know each other, huh? Harvey thought it was strange that the two Germans who had popped up were unconnected, but hadn't he already decided that trying to find a pattern was impossible? He finally took his seat again, though he still didn't acknowledge his dinner. If this man was going to be around every night (and scrutinizing him, since that's honestly what it felt like), then when was Harvey going to find a chance to force down even the smallest amount of food?

He would worry about it later. At least his sense of smell was mainly clogged up by his own scorched skin, meaning that he couldn't smell the steak. He didn't need his hunger to be provoked.

"I guess not," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. It didn't matter all that much to him in the end. "Maybe you should track her down. I don't think there are all that many Germans around." Then again, neither this Lunge nor Franziska seemed like the type of people who would falter without familiarity. Granted, they would still be able to compare stories; it was odd that he was an inspector and she was a prosecutor.

Once again, it wasn't his business and so he said no more about it. At Lunge's last comment, Harvey let out a brief, bitter laugh. "You got that right. You should feel lucky that you were on your own here." There had really been no benefit to getting caught in that mob -- it hadn't given them any new information or any clues (other than reinforcing how messed up this place was). Of course, it had given him the chance to get a weapon, but Harvey certainly wasn't going to mention that to Lunge.