The next morning, after a shower, breakfast and a fresh set of comfortable military-themed clothes (white shirt and navy blue trousers), Lancet went down the stairs.
He didn't take any luggage with him, as did most of the recruits. Since it was only a two week holiday, they didn't see the need to haul luggages about.
Espel was already waiting for him near the courtyard exit. She had on dark clothes — unlike her usual pink and purple — and gold brown boots.
On her face she wore the same indifferent expression she wore almost everywhere.
The Citadel crest was notably absent from her jacket. Lancet had left his in his room as well, deciding there was absolutely no reason to walk through the capital advertising that either of them had just been assigned to a highly classified military operation.
Espel looked at him as he got closer, staring at his face. She didn't know she had zoned out, so he brought her back with a dazzling smile and a "You ready?"
