Of course Javert would have the details. He would have known that if he had chased up their appointment to discuss his own experiences. Lunge's mouth tensed slightly in the corner; it wasn't that he was running away from it, of course not, he didn't run from anything, but... but he needed to prepare his answers. Yes. It wasn't going to be a summary as it had been for Dent, or even L, and he needed to remember as much as possible before had.
Believing that was a stretch, even for him.
It was almost a relief to sense L twitch beside him- some kind of strange vindication to see something in L's face, something so close to what he was almost certain had crossed his own only a few nights before in this same corridor. A tension, the white balls of fists, the breath to dispel it. He knew the signs, he'd lived them. But there was something else there that differed, something he couldn't quite touch on in the dim, flickering light of the hallway. Indignance?
Instead of thinking about it, Lunge nodded at Taylor's gesture. Definitely The Scientist. "I see. Have you managed to analyse anything yet? Blood samples? Fingerprints?" The doctors who carry out the sessions had to have left traces of some kind in their wake. Evidence of their existence. Locard would have blushed. In all of his years on the force there had only ever been one exception to that rule, and that there could be more than one of that exception out there, under this roof, was-
Static, muffled and from two places at once. Not the intercom, so- immediately, he pulled the radio (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/1003089.html) out of his pocket in time to catch the beginning of Marc's broadcast. He thinks he's pretty clever... it wasn't surprising that the man sounded so aerated, given what was happening at that very moment. Still very loyal to Jill, wasn't he? Again, the suggestion seemed to be that she was a double agent of some sort but there would undoubtedly be an answer from the Head Doctor soon enough, he wouldn't let himself be upstaged- which would probably also explain what the man had in store.
Eventually, he looked up again. "Shall we continue?"
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Believing that was a stretch, even for him.
It was almost a relief to sense L twitch beside him- some kind of strange vindication to see something in L's face, something so close to what he was almost certain had crossed his own only a few nights before in this same corridor. A tension, the white balls of fists, the breath to dispel it. He knew the signs, he'd lived them. But there was something else there that differed, something he couldn't quite touch on in the dim, flickering light of the hallway. Indignance?
Instead of thinking about it, Lunge nodded at Taylor's gesture. Definitely The Scientist. "I see. Have you managed to analyse anything yet? Blood samples? Fingerprints?" The doctors who carry out the sessions had to have left traces of some kind in their wake. Evidence of their existence. Locard would have blushed. In all of his years on the force there had only ever been one exception to that rule, and that there could be more than one of that exception out there, under this roof, was-
Static, muffled and from two places at once. Not the intercom, so- immediately, he pulled the radio (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/1003089.html) out of his pocket in time to catch the beginning of Marc's broadcast. He thinks he's pretty clever... it wasn't surprising that the man sounded so aerated, given what was happening at that very moment. Still very loyal to Jill, wasn't he? Again, the suggestion seemed to be that she was a double agent of some sort but there would undoubtedly be an answer from the Head Doctor soon enough, he wouldn't let himself be upstaged- which would probably also explain what the man had in store.
Eventually, he looked up again. "Shall we continue?"