The dinner announcement came as something utterly unexpected. Rather than Harrington's excited tones, the calm accented voice of the General drifted through the intercom speakers
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Byrne couldn't even eat his dinner, he was so anxious. He ignored the food and turned to his journal instead, scribbling down hasty notes of everything he had learned in the past few days. The drug trials. His torture session. The letters. Badd's hallucinations.
The strange announcement over the intercom didn't help matters, either.
Where were he and Badd going to go tonight, and what was their objective? Byrne had no clue where he'd been locked up for the torture session, nor did he know where the drugs had been offered, exactly. They could wander aimlessly until they sniffed out some helpful clues, but there was only so much time in a night here. He also needed a weapon still...
Byrne tapped his pen on the paper, letting a frustrated sigh escape his lips. What to do? Where to go? Maybe Badd would have some idea.
Byrne couldn't even eat his dinner, he was so anxious. He ignored the food and turned to his journal instead, scribbling down hasty notes of everything he had learned in the past few days. The drug trials. His torture session. The letters. Badd's hallucinations.
The strange announcement over the intercom didn't help matters, either.
Where were he and Badd going to go tonight, and what was their objective? Byrne had no clue where he'd been locked up for the torture session, nor did he know where the drugs had been offered, exactly. They could wander aimlessly until they sniffed out some helpful clues, but there was only so much time in a night here. He also needed a weapon still...
Byrne tapped his pen on the paper, letting a frustrated sigh escape his lips. What to do? Where to go? Maybe Badd would have some idea.
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