Lunge had barely recovered from the shift in space- don't think about how, you have other things to worry about, logistics are irrelevant- when several things happened at once. First of all the intercom switched on, and it was the woman's voice that caught his attention in full. Jill, sounding more broken and desperate than he'd ever heard from her, all gasps and moans and strangled words. But the content, that was what he needed, and it was as vague as ever. Other questions were already drumming away in his skull. How did she get to the microphone? Did he leave her unattended? Why would he do that, if, as thought, the controls are all in his office? What is he doing at this very moment?
But the man in front of them- this Howell- wasn't about to leave him room to think. When Lunge next looked up, there was a large, scaled, creature filling out the space. 'Unfortunately familiar' was right. Last time he'd found himself wondering how much of the woman in the Sun Room's power had been illusory between the butterfly and the lightshow, only to be given exactly the answer he didn't want to hear.
His hand kept on typing, even if his eyes remained fixed on the scaled thing in part-horror, part-fascination. He had never in his life been a stranger to risk, but now there was really only one option.
"It looks like it," he agreed, so L's face and Taylor's back as the latter beat a hasty retreat. He backed out of the hallway, only turning his back when he was sure he was out of reach.
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But the man in front of them- this Howell- wasn't about to leave him room to think. When Lunge next looked up, there was a large, scaled, creature filling out the space. 'Unfortunately familiar' was right. Last time he'd found himself wondering how much of the woman in the Sun Room's power had been illusory between the butterfly and the lightshow, only to be given exactly the answer he didn't want to hear.
His hand kept on typing, even if his eyes remained fixed on the scaled thing in part-horror, part-fascination. He had never in his life been a stranger to risk, but now there was really only one option.
"It looks like it," he agreed, so L's face and Taylor's back as the latter beat a hasty retreat. He backed out of the hallway, only turning his back when he was sure he was out of reach.
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