She noted the weariness etched into their features, the lines of worry creasing their brows. Those certainly were not the faces of rebels, she realized, but ordinary people struggling to survive.
With a sigh, Tula continued her silent vigil, her mind racing with questions. "Where could the rebels be hiding amidst this sea of humanity?" And how could she hope to uncover their secrets without drawing attention to herself?
As the day wore on, Tula remained vigilant, her senses on high alert for any signs of suspicious activity. But despite her best efforts, nobody was moving or acting out of the ordinary, everyone looked tired, scared and hungry. With a heavy heart, Tula knew that her mission was far from over.
