It's not like I'm walking alone into the valley of the shadow of death

[If it were possible for a human voice to snarl, this one is.  Or, at least, doing its best to.  It took some doing to figure out what was going on, but hearing other... 'transmissions' helped matters.  Harding picks up his journal, and delivers his irate statements.]

Going to make this short. Don't care how I got here, don't care who is responsible. I don't even care where I am.

[Because he's looked all over the room -- all over the hall.  There is no sign of anyone he was last with.  No sign of Reyes...  Was this the work of Dryson?  Of their company?]

What I care about is easy, simple. How do I get out again? And where have you taken the healer?

I am his handler. You have no right to move him without my knowledge or permission. Bring him back, and I'll be lenient with you. Keep him from me, and I will end you.

[He punctuates this statement with the sound of a gun being cocked.]

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