It didn't take Lestrade all that long to reach Community Building 2- the virtue of picking Building 1, he supposed. He was adjusting his outlook on the situation at hand into something vaguely resembling "don't look a gift horse in the mouth," and quite frankly, it wasn't a very big change from his usual outlook. Strictly speaking, he wasn't fond of the idea of John and Donovan winding up stuck in here with him like someone's new pet goldfish, but nothing quite beat familiar faces when it god down to figuring the whole mess out.
God, would they be seeing Anderson and Sherlock next? One could only hope not. Not that they couldn't use Sherlock, honestly.
He was in his usual black and white attire, holes in the back of his shirt for his wings to settle through and a jacket just worn over top of them. It was uncomfortable as all hell, but he liked it better when they weren't out in the open (less to do with the silver and gold motif and more to do with the fact that anyone could jump straight into killing him out there if they wanted). His posture was nothing less than determinedly casual as he reached out to knock on the door.
Be grateful for familiar faces, be grateful for a real talk about all this nonsense, figure all the rest out later. Best plan he could make.
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God, would they be seeing Anderson and Sherlock next? One could only hope not. Not that they couldn't use Sherlock, honestly.
He was in his usual black and white attire, holes in the back of his shirt for his wings to settle through and a jacket just worn over top of them. It was uncomfortable as all hell, but he liked it better when they weren't out in the open (less to do with the silver and gold motif and more to do with the fact that anyone could jump straight into killing him out there if they wanted). His posture was nothing less than determinedly casual as he reached out to knock on the door.
Be grateful for familiar faces, be grateful for a real talk about all this nonsense, figure all the rest out later. Best plan he could make.