Re: RyCorp: Checking on Harry
Perry had been engaged in the scanner thing Gwen had given him, momentarily distracted by her ingenuity given the few tools she had available, when he heard a change in Harry’s breathing. Perry couldn’t see anything about brain waves or anything, all the results were with Gwen, and to him everything seemed pretty much okay, given that he was breathing on his own. Harry looked weird without all the trappings of his chosen life, unusually clean and young, which made Perry more worried than normal. He scanned the room compulsively, found nothing further to alarm him, and moved just a hair closer to the wall and Harry’s head, his face worrisomely looming as Harry opened his eyes.
Immediately realizing his mistake and with his attention divided by the voice from his past in his ear, Perry backpedaled hastily from the bed with his one unoccupied palm up and open and the scanner waving awkwardly in the other. “Hey man, it’s just me. Perry.” He made his voice automatically the soothing tone one uses in hospitals, and with children, and the shellshocked victims he met in dark alleyways back home. “It’s okay. We came to check on you, I was worried.” He chewed on his lip anxiously, still veering backward. He had on his glasses, the ones that now didn’t help him see at all, but they made him feel more like Perry. He pulled on them.
Into the air (it seemed) he said, “What? What’s wrong?” Perry automatically took a step backward in the direction he had come, not that he was so sloppy as to leave the vent open or there being much of a sign he had been there. He heard increased movement, thuds on tile and along the metal bones of the building. The hiss that told him the antibodies of Rycorp were about to attack. “Shit.”