Kurenai-Kakashi slipped in the side door. To her left, the south wall jutted inward. It looked as though a recent addition had been made to create a row of narrow rooms along the wall. She folded herself against the wood and looked left and right. To her surprise, no guards were present in her immediate area. She began creeping along, listening at each door she passed. No sound came from behind them. All down the row she went. There didn't seem to be anyone inside, so she ran toward the south corner of the building.
It was then that she heard the murmur of voices. They were shrill, high, young-sounding. More than one. And female. Odds were good that they were the ones she was looking for. She made a hairpin turn and followed the sound. It led her to a cage, in which sat three girls. There were blankets on the floor, and the cage was large enough to hold all three of them comfortably, yet Kurenai thrilled with anger. The tallest girl was sawing—exceedingly futilely—at the iron bars with a kunai. Leaning in the corner, a blonde girl sat with her arm around the smallest girl, who was sobbing against her shoulder. Kurenai-Kakashi's appearance took them by surprise, and they flinched away from her. Then the taller girl's face lit up. "He's Konoha!" she cried. "It's okay!"
"That's right," Kurenai-Kakashi replied. "I'm here to rescue you."
"But how are you going to get us out?" the blonde girl asked anxiously.
"Don't worry about that," Master Kurenai assured her. She reached into the vest pocket on her chest. "Just stand back."