Locked away

[obligatoryass]

The door closes behind Meg with an ominous 'thud.' It sounds like doom, and it echoes even more ominously

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[ever_noteful]

Meg watches this display of testosterone with what would be amusement under almost any other circumstances.

"Looks like," she agrees, when he's done.

[obligatoryass]

"Sorry," he says, abashed. A little, anyway. "I feel like an idiot. Acting like an idiot doesn't actually improve anything, but I do feel better."

Walking over to the desk, he rifles through the papers. "I think we can put Lord Julius at the top of our list of suspects for the role of inside man."

[ever_noteful]

"Unless you hurt your hand," she says, practically.

The door doesn't look like it's been all that troubled by Logan's beating.

"I think that's a safe bet."

Meg opens one of the boxes on the table and half-smiles. "Candles. So at least we don't have to worry about being stuck in the dark."

[obligatoryass]

Logan ignores her practical remark about his hand and moves on to her practical remark about the candles.

"Hopefully we won't be here that long."

He surveys the room again, but doesn't see anything that looks promising for getting out of the room.

Sighing, he looks down at the papers on the desk and flips through them absently, in hopes of finding evidence against Julius.