A blurry ceiling revealed slowly, and a bulb swayed before sight. The silence, like physical matter, pervaded every corner.
After, the haze faded–bleak azure eyes gazed in confusion.
"Fainted. Passage. Yes, I must be in base… or, I got kidnapped."
Alistair listed the outcomes and secretly flexed his left arm, charging. His eyes scanned left. Yep, it was base.
Tight and stuffy as always, a nightmare to sweat glands alike.
However, not everything appeared all 'right'.
Aside from Eve strolling around the room doing God knows what; a man fiddled with a cigarette while cross-seated.
"Sergo," Alistair whispered, scrutinizing the man's facial expressions, analyzing every minute demeanor.
His action didn't go unnoticed.
"The little warrior is awake and faster than expected. I'l say, not sure how healthy that is," Sergo said with a callous side-glance.
