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[ Alex has tried and failed to find Sofia, and her room is a little more bee-filled for his trouble. His other options? Metal guy. Who knows where he lives? Sinclair. Armed. He'll be on his guard. No good, no good, where does he go?

The hunt for the murderer's still afoot, right? The spliced-up murderer. What might he leave lying around his room? Something bright? Something delicious? It's worth a shot.

He'll have to be careful. Not show his hand too soon. Might get thrown off the case.

So he leaves the video off.

...Because without the video there's no way to tell that he's different. Riiight. ]

Nao-to?

[ ...ESPECIALLY NOT if his voice is tense and a little bit singsong _{shut up}. ]

Nao-to...?

((ooc: action tags are welcome; he's using a wall comm on the tenth floor.))

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[It's a good thing J's video isn't on, because he looks horrified.]

...That.. that's good..

[LOL VIDEO, RATHER.]

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[ Alex doesn't answer, because he's gotten distracted glancing around and then frowning quizzically at something low down and offscreen.

His eyes widen and he draws in a quick, sharp breath.

Then he runs, faster than it should be possible for a human to run, crashing through the door of the room immediately opposite the comm'. A second later, immediately to J's left, there is an explosion (http://40410.livejournal.com/4916.html?thread=290100#t290100).

The camera's knocked askew, but it keeps transmitting. ]

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[J gets to see Sinclair follow Alex, gets to hear him talking, shouting, screaming - and gets to hear the shots. He gets to see the grenades, gets to see the businessman corner his old friend and shoot him down...

He feels sick.

After Sinclair walks away, blood all over him, J timidly calls out.]

...A-Alex...?

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[ The door hangs open onto the corridor. The room beyond is strewn with rubble and splinters. There's blood tracked into the carpet, where Sinclair trod it around like it was soil.

Beyond even that, the bathroom door is open too.

No answer comes. ]

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_{O-oh, God, Alex...}

[Excuse him, he's off to be sick.

And paranoid.

And scared.

Yeah, our friend J over there won't be sleeping tonight.]