The room was dark, not entirely pitched but was still pretty dark. Sen woke up clutching his head: his eyes refused to focus; the room spun. A pang of pain ran through his body. Unsure of what was happening around him, he propped himself onto his elbows, surveying his surroundings.
Light trickled in from a slit that periodically opened and closed from people exiting and entering. One of those people Sen knew pretty well.
With his broad shoulders and imposing height, he wasn't one to be ignored easily. Cyrus shimmied over, taking a place near his friend. "Nice to see yer awake," His smile beamed as he spoke, "We're setting up camp here, we'll be dropped not'to far from here."
Sen's face was frozen, the influx of information didn't help. Cyrus rushed him to his feet, the blanket he never noticed was covering him, slid off of him, landing on the ground with a light thud. The further Cyrus led Sen the more he noticed.
Questions bubbled up in him one after the other. Where am I? What am I doing here? What did Cyrus say, staying here for the night?
He took a deep breath calming his nerve. Sen fell behind his friend, taking in all the details of the camp.
Cyrus stepped into a moderately sized tent. It was an ordinary tent with just enough space for two people and their bags.
Cyrus watched his companion as he contemplated his situation. In the ginger's hands, the brown leather-bound book sat open, revealing its oxidized pages once more. He waited till Sen had taken notice of him, more specifically, the book in his hands.
What he thought would be a few seconds turned into minutes, seeing as it was nearing an hour, the firey-haired male snapped the book closed, drawing his friend's attention. Sen's focus shot to the object in Cyrus's grasp.
Cyrus gave a sheepish grin as if that would help explain the situation. He opened the leather-bound book again, but this time it was apparent he had a specific page in mind.
The pages fluttered displaying the same map that the two of them saw on the scribe's table. Hovering over the map was a blinking pink pin. Cyrus flipped the page again to a key;
Yellow-government strategies
Blue-economic affairs
Pink-industrial and infustructial
Green-interracial relations
The duo stared at each other, one more concerned than the other. Sen sassily pursed his lips, parting them slightly to express his disdain, "Let me guess, you want to go retrieve those documents?" Cyrus nodded his head. "And you want to go with me because you need company?" Cyrus nodded again, "No," Sen growled. Cyrus's eyes drooped like a puppy, the view of his eyelashes obscured by his long curly hair. "No, and that's final. I'm leaving tomorrow morning." Sen went to bed, grumbling something under his breath. Cyrus was met with silence as he tried to interject.
That marked the end of the duos night.