Night 47: West Wing, North Hall 2-B

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[From here]"And just out of curiosity, what sort of evidence are you referring to?" Recluse asked S.T., making for the door to the decontamination room. Rather than remove the bolts, he gave himself a little space, and with one hard kick broke the door open. With such meager strength it required a certain amount of concentration to manage without

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[unheroed]

[From here.]

It looked like the patients who'd gotten ahead of them had already disappeared into one of the rooms around here. Harvey wasn't going to bother hypothesizing over who had gone where. If they ended up running into anyone, they would deal with it then. Lana seemed like the diplomatic sort, so maybe she'd be able to pull her weight after all.

Seeing how he and Jason had gone through this first door already, Harvey was more interested in going further down the hallway. It didn't take him long to reach the end of the corridor, and as he found another door he used his flashlight to examine the lock. It was already broken.

"Looks like someone beat us here," he muttered to the woman as he held back a sigh. He had lost a lot of his desire to deal with people after the injury, so he wasn't looking forward to this.

[fourstonewalls]

The lock hadn't just been forced; it looked like someone had taken a fire ax to both lock and the part of the door around it. Inelegant, and it had to have made a great deal of noise.

Inelegant. She couldn't have been awake more than an hour or so, and she was already gaging a break-in from the viewpoint of a criminal. Hmm. Maybe that was all Mr. Dent had meant by former -- fear changed people. Took them and turned them inside out and made it impossible to go back, only forwards.

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