"Those'd be our people," Jim agreed, nodding slightly. "All the rest were left to... the gas, the people who weren't already gone. It was a mercy, I think."
"We think we found Cavendish," Montoya murmured to the both of them, Vanessa now in their inner circle since Gordon seemed to be confiding in her so confidentially. "In the administration office. Or what's left of him. Electrocution, is our best guess, but it's... kinda drastic."
Gordon motioned to Vanessa and walked the familiar path to the administrator's office. The stomach churning smell of burnt hair was complimented, like it or not, with the almost alluring scent of barbecue. "Jesus," Gordon murmured. Cavendish wasn't much more than a charred stain on his chair, his eyes alarmingly nearly untouched.
"Like a joy buzzer gone bad," he joked darkly as he noticed the ruins of the man's hand on the emergency button and then the truth of what he was saying hit him. "Oh," he said. This wasn't exactly the first date he would have wanted, and he realized now that he rather wanted to ask Vanessa to dinner, and was looking for an opening, over a dead man more charred skeleton than body.