Night 47: West Wing, South Hall 2-B

[toxicspiderman]

[from here]S.T. stopped as soon as he'd reached the side hall and took a deep breath. It still smelled like roadkill, but at a lower concentration. A few parts per million. Fucking boxcars

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[unheroed]

[From here.]While a few other groups of patients had come up this way as well, Harvey wasn't going to let that stop him. He did find it bothersome that people might be getting to information or supplies before he was, but that was the nature of this place. Part of him bitterly considered that he might have been faster if he'd chosen to come on his own instead of wasting time initiating Lana, but that was all said and done by now

[fourstonewalls]

Humanoids? The possibility came to mind that she had let Ema coax her out of the office and onto the sofa for a monster movie marathon, and that all of this was a mental mash-up of State vs. Iglesias vs. Aliens. That she would wake up with a crick in her neck and an ill-prepared case to try, and that would be the extent of it

[unheroed]

Unlike Franziska, it sounded like Lana was the sort of prosecutor who knew how to be realistic. The younger woman had seemed to treat the idea of him getting a gun with disdain, but Lana had actually had the initiative to ask him about it