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[Delta Green] Operas and Avatars: Puppet Shows and Shadow Plays

Andrews chuckles, "Yeah, well unfortunately I think I got the same meal card, so don't feel so bad." He sits next to Brown's bed and grabs the remote control. He turns the TV to a station with no reception and cranks the volume up.

"They all think that Santana was the only killer, they probably haven't put our file together yet, but I don't know." he says quietly over the white noise of the television, leaning in close and looking over his shoulder as he speaks. "It is said that NSA claimed the evidence as a lost satellite, but I think we both know that's a crock. Santana was exposed to something, something......we can't talk about it here. Dr. Gutierrez is dead. I killed him, or what was left of him.", he says, his eyes twitching, looking completely unnerved. He asks about his conversation with the Professor, "Yeah, now we know what the NSA is telling us, that's all we can corroborate with the Professor. We can't talk now thought."

He gets up, turns down the TV, and spits some gum out in the waste basket, "Jesus *CED*ing Christ, if I never taste that *CED* again, it'll be too soon. I'm going outside for my first smoke in 48 hrs. I'm pulling for you, Solomon. See you in a couple days."
 

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What the hell, Brown thinks as Andrews messes with the TV. As he listens, he worries just a bit about his partner's paranoia, or would if the last couple weeks hadn't been so strange. When he hears Gutierrez is dead, he thinks, So it did go from person to person. What was it? Some sort of psychotropic bio toxin? No that wouldn't have just affected one person at a time. Gotta get outta here so we can talk. When the man finishes, he says. "Okay, see you then - I'll see they'll let me go a little early so we can get back to that paper work waiting for us back on the East Coast." He shakes hands, wearing a smile and a somewhat knit brow.

ooc: Brown feels pretty good at 21hp. He mentions the possibility of checking out AMA (against medical advice) the next time he sees that nurse, and tries to guage the extent of her disapproval - whether it's just disapproval for the sake of disapproving, or whether she thinks he's really not well enough to leave the ward (sense motive +10)
 
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OOC: Solomon feels pretty good and he thinks he could walk out right now if he wanted to. The nurse and doctor will advise against it but ultimately it's your call.
 

Solomon sees Andrews pulling out the pack of cigarettes and it's a bit much for him. "Hey, Andrews, wait up!" he calls after the man as he removes the IV from his elbow and applies a band-aid. He grabs his few things, catches up, and asks if they can stop by the front desk on the way out.
 


Solomon, who has been wearing clothes for the past couple days (ever since they started letting him walk to the bathroom instead of using that...thing.), actually looks down before realizing he's been gotten. "Wiseass," he mutters with a small smile.
 

Brown checks out of the hospital. Once outside both Brown and Andrews remember that their rental car is still at the City Morgue.
 

Andrews asks for the front desk to call them a cab. "Well, since we're heading to the morgue, we might as well take a look at what's left of Examination Room #3." he says, the sound of the room number ringing through his head again and again. For the better part of a week now, his thoughts have been bent on it. In his dreams, he has been walking down a hall, the sign for Room #3 appears to his side. Sometimes he would go past, others he would go in. But the dreams always ended the same: Gutierrez, and that...... He was waking up in the middle of the night for the better part of a week, only to find himself still in isolation in a hospital room. He needed to go back to that room, he couldn't leave Phoenix behind without seeing it again.

Andrews seems preoccupied on the cab ride over.
 

"You okay, Andrews?" Solomon asks the man in a low voice. His partner's entire demeanor is a bit different since that day. Our bodies are healing up well. Looks like the heads aren't doing so hot. What the hell happened in there? Maybe I should pick a fight - if he can chew someone out some, might help him get back to normal.
 


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