Quinn:
I stepped out of the cell, ready to take my chance. But I felt empty as if I wasn't prepared. Something was missing. My palms balled into fists as realization dawned on me.
"The gun". I gritted out.
The woman folded her arms across her breasts, arching one of her brows.
"You weren't expecting me to get you one, were you?". When I remained silent, she asked further; "where was I supposed to get one? I'm a nun not whatever you've conjured up about me".
She was something else but I wasn't going to let the absence of a gun get in my way. I only needed it to be extra prepared.
Stepping out of the cloth she'd been standing on, she folded it neatly, placing it into the paper bag. Thereafter, she cleaned the scissors with my abandoned blood-stained dirty white shirt. Taking the empty bottle of vodka, she hid them in the pocket of her uniform. Her eyes scanned the entire cell to make sure there was nothing unusual lying around.
"You'll take the other end of the basement". She pointed towards the direction father Elliot usually came from. "It leads to a dark tunnel and also has a passageway to father Elliot's office". She paused to get a small flashlight from another pocket of her uniform that she handed to me. "When you get through that door, there's a rusty iron gate to your left, it's not locked. Push it open. That's the tunnel. But be careful. I'm not entirely sure but there might be a guard there. Since you arrived here, this place has been heavily guarded".
"Thank you for the information and your help".
"Don't thank me. I'm not doing this for you".
Giving me no opportunity to ask what she meant, she turned on her heels, leaving me by myself to carry out my mission. Without wasting further time, I moved silently yet hastily towards the door she'd pointed out. I prepared myself for whatever might be at the other side before grabbing the handle and pulling it open as quietly as I could.
Luckily for me, there was nothing unusual. The darkness engulfed me but my night vision immediately came to my aid. Using my night vision instead of the flashlight was a better idea. It would prevent whoever was at the end of the tunnel she'd mentioned from noticing me.
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