[ They see the light for a little ways before they actually reach that small control room. Ben follows the wires, sees them plugged into that array of screens. They've found the answer to their mystery of where that power drain was coming from. But this answer is only raising more questions. Like a fuckton more questions. ]
Whaaaaaat.
[ Ben moves out from behind Peter, coming up to the screens, eyes flicking through them. Some locations are indoors, others are not. Some he recognizes, some he doesn't. The feeds are continuous and judging by the time that is given in small numbers in the corner of every screen, these are live feeds, not recordings. But they are being recorded, Ben thinks. They must be. Why else have all this.
Which is when he notices... ]
Wait.
[ His voice is tight, tense, all the humor from a moment ago gone. Ben's heart is beating hard as he moves in closer to one screen in particular. He recognizes the book that is laying on the desk just in view. Recognizes the distinctive mark on the corner of the desk where Klaus had spilled his stupid nailpolish and then not cleaned it up in time to not leave a mark. He recognizes his own jacket draped on the back of the chair. ]
That's. My room.
[ Ben taps the screen with his fingertip, feeling frozen and... completely numb. The kind of completely numb that comes just before feeling very, very, very bad. He looks around, sees other bedrooms on other screens, eyes taking in the way the numbers on the timestamp are constantly rolling, shifting. His limbs feel cold, all at once. ]
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Whaaaaaat.
[ Ben moves out from behind Peter, coming up to the screens, eyes flicking through them. Some locations are indoors, others are not. Some he recognizes, some he doesn't. The feeds are continuous and judging by the time that is given in small numbers in the corner of every screen, these are live feeds, not recordings. But they are being recorded, Ben thinks. They must be. Why else have all this.
Which is when he notices... ]
Wait.
[ His voice is tight, tense, all the humor from a moment ago gone. Ben's heart is beating hard as he moves in closer to one screen in particular. He recognizes the book that is laying on the desk just in view. Recognizes the distinctive mark on the corner of the desk where Klaus had spilled his stupid nailpolish and then not cleaned it up in time to not leave a mark. He recognizes his own jacket draped on the back of the chair. ]
That's. My room.
[ Ben taps the screen with his fingertip, feeling frozen and... completely numb. The kind of completely numb that comes just before feeling very, very, very bad. He looks around, sees other bedrooms on other screens, eyes taking in the way the numbers on the timestamp are constantly rolling, shifting. His limbs feel cold, all at once. ]
How long do you think this has been...?