[Beckett is absolutely right. There's no satisfaction in it. There's nothing but the taste of copper in his mouth, screeching mechanics bursting his eardrums, nausea, pain, some of it remembered, some of it real.]
Probably a machine. Who the hell knows? Big, ugly, pushed out of the wall. That's all I've got. Like I said, the lights were too bright. The noise picked up, too. Enough to break Greystone and Epps' audio feed.
[Please try to imagine what that must have been like for the person in the room who couldn't get that relief, Beckett. Now please don't ask him anymore questions he doesn't have answers for.]
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[Beckett is absolutely right. There's no satisfaction in it. There's nothing but the taste of copper in his mouth, screeching mechanics bursting his eardrums, nausea, pain, some of it remembered, some of it real.]
Probably a machine. Who the hell knows? Big, ugly, pushed out of the wall. That's all I've got. Like I said, the lights were too bright. The noise picked up, too. Enough to break Greystone and Epps' audio feed.
[Please try to imagine what that must have been like for the person in the room who couldn't get that relief, Beckett. Now please don't ask him anymore questions he doesn't have answers for.]