Night 46: Recreational Field

[hajike_tobiume]

[from here]The fresh air, though a bit chilly and damp as it seeped through her uniform, was refreshing. Knowing the area to be dangerous, Momo stopped a bit away from the door and scanned the field as her eyesight adjusted to the light cast from the moon. She didn't see any movement, nor did she hear any. Perhaps she'd arrived before the

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[its_the_mileage]

[from here]

Close quarters could be dangerous, but wide-open spaces like the recreational field weren't a hell of a lot safer--especially not with those big birds perched on the edge of the roof, Indy realized almost as soon as he got out onto the grass. He had a feeling Landel wasn't the kind of guy to hang out birdfeeders. The few people out here were mostly moving fast, trying to get over the back wall before anything dive-bombed them.

Smart move. Indy nodded sharply toward the wall for Dent's benefit and started off across the field.

[unheroed]

Harvey definitely remembered coming out here before. It had only been once, but he'd seen the pack of dogs that a group of patients had taken down and recalled it all pretty vividly. It looked like the monsters were out again tonight, if that winged thing was anything to judge by.

Jones hadn't said anything about it so far -- it looked like he was just determined to keep going. Understandable, seeing how Harvey had made them wait around for nothing. Now he wished that he'd just brushed off Jason from the start. Well, he'd learned his lesson.

Still, he wasn't going to argue if Jones preferred quietly sneaking by to blazing heroics. Though when Harvey's gaze centered on the wall that they were eventually going to reach, he realized they were going to have to scale it. He was athletic to an extent, but he wasn't quite sure how he was going to pull this one off.

Well, he'd figure it out.

"How far is it, anyway?" he asked, keeping his tone down so as not to attract that bird-thing's attention.

[its_the_mileage]

Indy struggled for a concrete answer to that one and came up dry. Matching Dent's low tone of voice, he explained, "I'm not sure what this means in terms of time or distance, but it took us about half a night's walk last time." He thought he remembered their talking about how much the time before they got knocked out every night varied, actually, so he didn't elaborate on that point. "We ran into some trouble on the way, though; it probably slowed us down quite a bit. Hopefully it won't happen again tonight

[unheroed]

Half a night, huh. That might mean they'd have little time to spend there once they actually reached it, although Harvey was also aware that time here was hard to judge in the first place. Which made him wonder why he'd even asked, but it was good to have some idea of how far they were going, considering they'd be stumbling around with just flashlights for light sources. It seemed more daunting when outside, since there weren't walls to be illuminated -- just more and more ahead of them.

Not to mention Harvey was hardly a woodsy kind of guy. He would have left Gotham if he'd had any reason to want to be outside a metropolitan area.

He wasn't going to hold his breath when it came to them not getting attacked, though. "We'll see," he muttered, unconvinced. Watching Jones stuff his flashlight in his jacket with narrowed eyes (wasn't he lucky), Harvey stood by as the other man scaled the wall rather easily. While he was equally miffed that the archaeologist had such an easy time of it (and his profession was an obvious clue as to why

[its_the_mileage]

Indy grabbed for the flashlight, missed, tipped too far and flailed his arms for a long, heartstopping moment before catching himself and sheepishly regaining his balance. The light bounced off the grass outside the wall and rolled a few feet away before it came to a stop. Indy was smart enough not to try to catch the pipe.

Yep, no buses back here, he thought grimly now that he had a good view of the back forty. He still hadn't been around the western side of the compound, but the chances of working transportation being left anywhere where they could get at it seemed minute at best--even Landel couldn't be that trusting of his control over them. Did the staff have drivers? Indy made a mental note to try to find out, if he ever found himself in one of those "therapy" sessions.

He glanced back at Dent, who was looking a little pained with the exertion to him. Indy reached a hand down in case the guy could use some help.

[unheroed]

For a second there, Harvey had thought that Jones was going to come toppling down onto him. That would have made a great show for anyone watching, not that he imagined anyone was. Not when they were busy dealing with monster birds or whatever. Still, the man managed to catch his balance, and Harvey felt slightly vindicated. At least that was proof that Jones wasn't perfect at everything.

Still, when the hand was offered, Harvey realized he had to take it. He had a certain pride about doing things with his own power, but climbing walls had never been an area of expertise for him. He could kick a soccer ball around well enough, but this was out of his league.

Figuring that Jones wasn't the type to needle him about it, Harvey pushed himself up far enough to grab the other man's hand, pulling with all of his strength once he had a proper hold.

[its_the_mileage]

Indy reached down and began to help Dent hoist himself up onto the wall. The motion carried some uncomfortable associations, and Indy made a conscious effort to push them to the back of his mind. How long had it been since the Grail? The week and change in here already felt like half a lifetime.

"Should be an easy jump down," he said, mainly to break the silence. "We'll stick close to the wall until we get around the side of the building."

It was about as safe as cutting straight out through the woods, Indy figured.

[unheroed]

With their strength combined, Harvey was able to pull himself up onto the top of the wall, and he ended up straddling it next to Jones. He quickly rearranged so that he was facing in the direction that he would need to jump down, and frowned to himself when Jones said that the task would be easy. Not for his knees, it wouldn't. Or for his palms, depending on how he ended up landing.

Sticking close to the wall sounded like a good idea to him, though. Better than wandering through the trees, anyway.

Nodding to the other man, Harvey decided to just get it over with and go first. He pushed himself off, hoping that he didn't end up landing on either of the things that he'd thrown over earlier.

[To here.]