Night 57: M21-M30 Hallway
Speaking with Sam every night at dinner was almost always bound to be interesting, but this time really took the cake. Peter couldn't believe that his roommate had actually gotten to talk to one of Aguilar's highly ranked men. He wondered if that was going to become a trend or if it had been a one-time thing -- and even after hearing Sam's theories, it was still hard to pinpoint what they'd hoped to gain from the whole thing. Information, yes, but there had to be more to it than that.
The timing seemed even more deliberate when the intercom came on and it was Aguilar who spoke. The man hadn't asserted himself very much up until this point, but now he was in full force. Peter couldn't help but stare up at the intercom as the general became more and more forceful with his words.
He seemed to think he was somehow better than Landel because he punished and rewarded them depending on how useful they were, but in the end they were still caught here, being tortured and messed with in every way possible. Aguilar offered an option to go test some drugs of his like it was the most tempting of prospects, and yet it just disgusted Peter.
Drug trials were things that were supposed to be treated with care. Subjects were picked out carefully and monitored closely, along with being compared to a control group. Aguilar was turning into some free-for-all where he was basically forcing desperate patients to try something potentially dangerous because they needed a weapon.
And maybe Peter did too. He could have done with something other than his shovel, but there was no way in hell he was stooping that low. He wouldn't blame others for going for it, even if it made him sick just thinking about it. He, however, had people to save. Aguilar might have been tooting his own horn, but that was while he was busy kidnapping people to experiment. Peter had been there waiting outside those exam rooms for a few people already, and he was going to keep up the trend, seeing how it seemed to be the best use of his skills thus far.
His duffel bag had to be repacked seeing how all of his items were taken in the morning and then shoved into that metal box each night, but at least Peter had worked out a system now. He didn't know if he'd run into anyone on the way, but he was willing to go on his own (against his own advice) if that was what it took.
Granted, he had agreed to meet up with at least one person, and that was Albedo. The boy kind of gave Peter the creeps -- he wasn't afraid to admit it, at least not to himself. Still, that shotgun that was sitting under his bed belonged to him, even if Peter didn't like the idea of someone so young actually using it. He couldn't just take it from the kid if it was his only form of protection, and so he'd arranged to return it despite his reservations.
Before leaving, Peter took a moment to change into the military uniform. Even if he didn't agree with Aguilar's methods, he preferred the way the blue shirt and slacks fit when compared to the gray shirt and sweatpants. Once he was dressed appropriately, he slung his bag over his shoulder and grabbed his shovel with one hand and the shotgun with the other. Finally, he glanced to Sam with a crooked smile. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." In all seriousness, he hoped that Sam's meeting earlier wouldn't lead him to making any reckless moves. Hopefully his roommate would be able to pick up on his concern, even if he wasn't verbalizing it.
He had places to be, though, and so that was all he said before turning to the door, stepping through it, and heading down the hall.
[To here.]
The timing seemed even more deliberate when the intercom came on and it was Aguilar who spoke. The man hadn't asserted himself very much up until this point, but now he was in full force. Peter couldn't help but stare up at the intercom as the general became more and more forceful with his words.
He seemed to think he was somehow better than Landel because he punished and rewarded them depending on how useful they were, but in the end they were still caught here, being tortured and messed with in every way possible. Aguilar offered an option to go test some drugs of his like it was the most tempting of prospects, and yet it just disgusted Peter.
Drug trials were things that were supposed to be treated with care. Subjects were picked out carefully and monitored closely, along with being compared to a control group. Aguilar was turning into some free-for-all where he was basically forcing desperate patients to try something potentially dangerous because they needed a weapon.
And maybe Peter did too. He could have done with something other than his shovel, but there was no way in hell he was stooping that low. He wouldn't blame others for going for it, even if it made him sick just thinking about it. He, however, had people to save. Aguilar might have been tooting his own horn, but that was while he was busy kidnapping people to experiment. Peter had been there waiting outside those exam rooms for a few people already, and he was going to keep up the trend, seeing how it seemed to be the best use of his skills thus far.
His duffel bag had to be repacked seeing how all of his items were taken in the morning and then shoved into that metal box each night, but at least Peter had worked out a system now. He didn't know if he'd run into anyone on the way, but he was willing to go on his own (against his own advice) if that was what it took.
Granted, he had agreed to meet up with at least one person, and that was Albedo. The boy kind of gave Peter the creeps -- he wasn't afraid to admit it, at least not to himself. Still, that shotgun that was sitting under his bed belonged to him, even if Peter didn't like the idea of someone so young actually using it. He couldn't just take it from the kid if it was his only form of protection, and so he'd arranged to return it despite his reservations.
Before leaving, Peter took a moment to change into the military uniform. Even if he didn't agree with Aguilar's methods, he preferred the way the blue shirt and slacks fit when compared to the gray shirt and sweatpants. Once he was dressed appropriately, he slung his bag over his shoulder and grabbed his shovel with one hand and the shotgun with the other. Finally, he glanced to Sam with a crooked smile. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." In all seriousness, he hoped that Sam's meeting earlier wouldn't lead him to making any reckless moves. Hopefully his roommate would be able to pick up on his concern, even if he wasn't verbalizing it.
He had places to be, though, and so that was all he said before turning to the door, stepping through it, and heading down the hall.
[To here.]