Entry for snippet Challenge 13: Drought

This is Wufei p.o.v.

Company uniforms

"Do you have any place I can get some water?" It's an easy excuse. This part of Old Arizona is still quite hot and dry.

"Toilet is down the hall to the left, first door on your right."

I thank the man and walk out of the office. This is my chance to do some snooping around.

The mission had not been very detailed, only that I was to be recommended by one of our men already inside to work for the company we were infiltrating. This man had been inside for a while now and had become a trustee of the big boss. I was finally brought to where I needed to be; the ninth floor.

That's exactly where I am now. After going trough offices on all the previous floors for weeks, I finally got myself invited here. This is where I have to be.

I round the corner but pass the toilets and walk further. Soon enough I come to a door with a big restricted sign on it. It has no windows, so the only way to get a look inside is to actually enter it. And so I do.

I enter a hall much like the one I just left, grey walls, grey carpets, doors on each side. Just a quick look will be enough for now, count the rooms, check for security, things like that.

I keep my eyes open as I carefully walk down the hall until I reach rooms with blinded windows. This is far enough for now. I turn around and start my way back.

"Hey you!"

I whirl around and meet the face of a man my height –which wasn't all that tall– wearing a company uniform. His harsh features do nothing to comfort me and as he speaks, his angry voice only worsens my mood. I really hate infiltration.

"What are you doin'ere? This is restricted area."

"Uh..." I stammer a little. I can't come up with anything better than the real thing. "I was looking for a place to get some water."

The man grunts and points towards the restricted door I just came through. "Out the door to the right." He says. I ponder a moment on whether or not I should thank him, but he turns around so I decide to leave as well. I can't afford to screw this up, not in this stadium.

I walk away, hoping the guy trusts my excuse. Suddenly I feel a sting in my neck and I curse myself. I bring my hand to my neck only to confirm my thoughts. I have been hit with a dart. I spin around to see my attacker, but it's too late. I can feel my knees growing weak and my vision blurs. With all my strength I try to find a wall, only to collapse against it.

"We got no need for filthy traitors up here." It's the last thing I hear before the blackness swallows me whole.

-princess