Her mind wondered for a moment why he would even be here. Had he been searching for her? Was he even here for her or was he after something else? But in reality, it didn't matter why he was here.
She picked up her pace. He obviously wasn't in the hallways. She knew where he would be. She broke into a run. The people she passed jumped aside, some diving into open rooms and others flattened themselves against the wall allowing her plenty of room.
It was a heavy wooden door in the basement, where nobody would ever think to look. She stopped and stood before the door. It had been almost three years since she had been here. And she shivered as she thought of the last time. She had been here with him. They had stood before this door together and waited anxiously for The Mistress to permit their entry. But she now stood alone before this door. And The Mistress was no longer here.
A lot of things had changed. And everything started with that night that Wedge and Adadora stood here.
She pushed the door open and slowly walked down the stairs into the room below. It was a large room with a high ceiling. The mural that had been painted on every wall was now faded, dusty and indistinguishable. She pulled out her light and shined it about the room.
But there was nothing and there was no one to be seen. It was in this moment that she realized he hadn't wanted to find her. She raced back upstairs. She ran down the hallway and up the stairs and down the hallway and to the door at the end. She burst through that door.
"Wedge!"
Light from the hallway flooded into the room and illuminated two figures. One faced the window in shock and disbelief and the other held the gun...
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