When the doors had unlocked, a sound she was not quite familiar with yet, Riza resolved to make up for the distinct uneventfulness that had seemed to dog her steps for the past twenty-four hours. Last night she had completely forfeited anything she might have done or learned or received during the few hours of costly freedom the night-time was supposed to be.
She had no real purpose for venturing out, or for anything she'd been doing during her stay. And though it revealed something of a flaw in her present nature, she decided she could only be put to the best use under another's command, especially while she lacked experience here. And that meant finding her commander. This early in the night was her best chance of locating him; she had made no plans to meet any of them. She resolved to correct that, too.
She took the flashlight and the radio--the only two items she had--and gave one last glance to the other woman in the room. She seemed to be suffering from the same doggedness as Riza, and they had not yet spoken. She hoped she would be safe.
Once in the hallway, she made her way through the block, taking the route she took with the nurse in the morning, but turning sooner than usual to pass through the door she'd often seen the men exiting. The lights along the way were dim, but sufficient. Inside, the floor plan was duplicated. Passing each hallway, and listening carefully, she turned out to be lucky. She could easily have come too late or too soon. His voice was low, but the acoustics along the bare walls did little to hide it.
He was conversing with a man she didn't recognize as she came closer. Rather than surprise them (though they probably sensed her approach) or eavesdrop, she spoke when she was close enough.
"I'm sorry for interrupting, sir," she began, and for a moment she couldn't think of what should follow. Perhaps she had no business here, now that they were so far from home. But if she could not be helpful, she may as well be honest. "I'm glad I found you," she finished.
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She had no real purpose for venturing out, or for anything she'd been doing during her stay. And though it revealed something of a flaw in her present nature, she decided she could only be put to the best use under another's command, especially while she lacked experience here. And that meant finding her commander. This early in the night was her best chance of locating him; she had made no plans to meet any of them. She resolved to correct that, too.
She took the flashlight and the radio--the only two items she had--and gave one last glance to the other woman in the room. She seemed to be suffering from the same doggedness as Riza, and they had not yet spoken. She hoped she would be safe.
Once in the hallway, she made her way through the block, taking the route she took with the nurse in the morning, but turning sooner than usual to pass through the door she'd often seen the men exiting. The lights along the way were dim, but sufficient. Inside, the floor plan was duplicated. Passing each hallway, and listening carefully, she turned out to be lucky. She could easily have come too late or too soon. His voice was low, but the acoustics along the bare walls did little to hide it.
He was conversing with a man she didn't recognize as she came closer. Rather than surprise them (though they probably sensed her approach) or eavesdrop, she spoke when she was close enough.
"I'm sorry for interrupting, sir," she began, and for a moment she couldn't think of what should follow. Perhaps she had no business here, now that they were so far from home. But if she could not be helpful, she may as well be honest. "I'm glad I found you," she finished.