Most of the day was over when Taura's rumbling stomach woke her up.
And, it seemed, she wasn't the only one who'd been missing in action -- the Head Doctor was breezily apologizing for being absent. Did she dare think that had something to do with the fact that they'd made it upstairs? And if so, was he doing damage control or gleefully setting traps? Or, Taura thought, shaking her head and trying to dislodge the last muzziness of sleep, was it both?
She was better at shooting things than twisty logic. They'd wanted soldiers, not spies. That was what the Dendarii had Miles for. Or Miles had the Dendarii for. It was one of the choices she didn't disagree with; they hadn't been turned into order-following automata (like I.R.I.S.?), and inspiring trust had not been high on anyone's priority list once they'd begun to grow, but somehow they'd still ended up loyal. To each other, at least, and, if any of the others had survived, Taura was sure they'd have found something bigger to love, just like she had.
She finished dressing, ignored her stomach -- while she probably could talk the staff into some food if she invoked enough of the medical jargon in her file, she didn't really need fuel yet. Dinner would be enough. What she really needed was information.
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And, it seemed, she wasn't the only one who'd been missing in action -- the Head Doctor was breezily apologizing for being absent. Did she dare think that had something to do with the fact that they'd made it upstairs? And if so, was he doing damage control or gleefully setting traps? Or, Taura thought, shaking her head and trying to dislodge the last muzziness of sleep, was it both?
She was better at shooting things than twisty logic. They'd wanted soldiers, not spies. That was what the Dendarii had Miles for. Or Miles had the Dendarii for. It was one of the choices she didn't disagree with; they hadn't been turned into order-following automata (like I.R.I.S.?), and inspiring trust had not been high on anyone's priority list once they'd begun to grow, but somehow they'd still ended up loyal. To each other, at least, and, if any of the others had survived, Taura was sure they'd have found something bigger to love, just like she had.
She finished dressing, ignored her stomach -- while she probably could talk the staff into some food if she invoked enough of the medical jargon in her file, she didn't really need fuel yet. Dinner would be enough. What she really needed was information.
[Free!]