by Business Mandy » Tue Mar 21, 2017 5:56 pm
Most of the offices are empty. The Russian authorities had the luxury of taking their time cleaning everything up after the attack. Here and there a couple loose pieces of paper, bits of files on students, delivery notices about food and supplies. In one of rooms she finds an upturned desk, pushed against the wall. A couple drawers are pulled out and scattered around the room, but wedged between desk and wall she manages to pry out a nameplate that must have sat on the desk at some point. 'Director Gregory Petrov' It's not a name she remembers, but then again they were intentionally kept away from the higher ups.
As she's kneeling in front of the desk a very perceptive person might note that while the desk is missing 5 drawers, six of them are lieing around the room. And it's that last one that slowly rises, wooden texture flowing away as the wood seems to grow fresher, greener, finally fading into pink skin as the shape of a woman, complete with business-suit quietly takes shape. It's in that split-second that Tereza's nose picks up on the odd scent again,s tronger, before it fades into that of a person! But before she has a chance to act, the woman has stepped up behind her and pulled some kind of injector from somewhere and as Tereza whirls around she feels it pressed against her shoulder, injecting something with a strange hiss and her eyelids... begin to.... grow...... heavy..........
The woman, steps back, eyeing Tereza almost curiously as she sinks into unconsciousness.