"I do not think you have, yet," Trygstad answers, continuing down the corridor. "He is... reclusive."
All this walking eventually brings them to a door very like the other doors in this brightly-lit place. She stops and touches a door control.
A voice answers through a speaker in Norwegian, to which she replies in kind. There's a beat, then the door slides open.
Inside is... well, a giant laboratory, filled with tables and tables of machinery both contemporary and not. And one man, who looks as though he'd been expecting Walter all along.
"Doctor Bishop," he says in startlingly unaccented English. "I've heard so much about you." He puts his hand out to shake.
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All this walking eventually brings them to a door very like the other doors in this brightly-lit place. She stops and touches a door control.
A voice answers through a speaker in Norwegian, to which she replies in kind. There's a beat, then the door slides open.
Inside is... well, a giant laboratory, filled with tables and tables of machinery both contemporary and not. And one man, who looks as though he'd been expecting Walter all along.
"Doctor Bishop," he says in startlingly unaccented English. "I've heard so much about you." He puts his hand out to shake.