[ It's a damn good thing it was just a storage area, since knowing their luck, it could've just as easily been packed to the brim with cultists in a board meeting.
He slows his breathing on instinct, ear pressed against the door. He hears the voices of two people, one male and one female, and judging by their calm, monotone voices, Peter guesses they're two more of those vacant-eyed people.
Quiet as they are, he can only hear snippets of their conversation. Something about "new arrivals." "Screening." "Best candidates for the Process." (Peter guess at the capital "p" on that word, based on the emphasis.)
Suffice it to say, it doesn't sound particularly great. ]
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He slows his breathing on instinct, ear pressed against the door. He hears the voices of two people, one male and one female, and judging by their calm, monotone voices, Peter guesses they're two more of those vacant-eyed people.
Quiet as they are, he can only hear snippets of their conversation. Something about "new arrivals." "Screening." "Best candidates for the Process." (Peter guess at the capital "p" on that word, based on the emphasis.)
Suffice it to say, it doesn't sound particularly great. ]