The corridor stretched ahead, endless and gray, lit by strips of cold fluorescent light that hummed faintly overhead.
Fiona's boots clicked against the polished concrete, a steady rhythm that matched the pounding of her heart. Erika walked to her left, sharp and silent, her silver braid swaying with each step. Elga lumbered on her right, his massive frame casting a shadow that swallowed the floor. Lily brought up the rear, pale and quiet, her white uniform almost glowing in the dim light.
Their units followed at a distance, boots scuffing, equipment jostling, the low murmur of soldiers who knew better than to speak loudly in these halls.
Fiona could not shake the unease.
