Galina donned her scarf.
She followed the tall African man out of the room.
They arrived in a corridor lined with identical rooms. Under the dim lights, it all seemed very ominous.
The rooms mostly contained important individuals. Galina, ever the empath, wished to say something, but she held her tongue. With her life currently at stake, any extra person would pose an extra risk.
They ascended the stairs.
Turning a corner.
Galina's eyes suddenly widens.
She noticed guards lying on the ground, motionless like the dead.
But observing their regular breathing, and spotting no blood on the ground, it was clear these people were still alive.
This place was extremely guarded, an aggressive assault would be impossible, that's why, especially for this sudden rescue mission, it is necessary to maintain discretion, so, just adding something into their food would suffice.
