The scenery, at least, is familiar. Apparently there's some unwritten rule that every Resistance base must contain a certain number of narrow concrete corridors lit by flickering fluorescent lights. They finally come to a halt in front of a heavy door labeled 'PRIVATE - KEEP OUT' in three different languages.
Gordon's escort, a thirtysomething-but-looking-much-older Polish man named Janusz Prohaska, raps his knuckles lightly on the door.
"Who's there?" The voice from inside is male, and, surprisingly, has an American accent.
"Prohaska again. And I have 'Doctor Freeman' with me." Something in Janusz's tone implies air quotes.
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Date: 2011-09-27 01:11 am (UTC)Gordon's escort, a thirtysomething-but-looking-much-older Polish man named Janusz Prohaska, raps his knuckles lightly on the door.
"Who's there?" The voice from inside is male, and, surprisingly, has an American accent.
"Prohaska again. And I have 'Doctor Freeman' with me." Something in Janusz's tone implies air quotes.