Micah Castro Braden // Doctor Watson, I presume (acatalyst) wrote in bellumlogs,
The stairs down to the basement were well lit and easy to navigate, as was the pool area beyond, but as they went further into the the building's foundation it got darker, and Micah motioned down to the supplies he'd left at the entrance to the catacombs proper. "I'll stay with him while you post," he offered, because he didn't want to risk someone letting Trenton go once they had him secured. "You'll need to ask Joanie to come down here and set up a cell too," he said, "but lock it. She worries about people knowing what she can do."
It was all very tactical, which made it easier for Micah to focus on. No feelings, no dead boys and raped girls. Just the immediate, tactical needs. "We need to do the vote immediately, so no one has a chance to be swayed. How many people? Three? Five?"
They were nearing the well now; Micah could hear the sound of water dripping as they approached.