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Both Zechs and Noin had been taken to the base's sick bay. The ominous inspector Rakael was falsely informed that they had been transported to another facility. The guerrilla soldiers, however, encouraged Zechs and Noin, and treated them as friends, allies. Sometimes it seemed that way. Noin had been almost mystified when so many of the men had greeted their presence with welcoming smiles, and had fearlessly slept most of the day away.

When she woke up, however, the plans for their escape were being plotted silently amongst the soldiers, and Noin was restless for news. You could see it in their eyes, the hope they felt for the freedom of the ones who had been their prisoners only hours ago. There were also secrets in their eyes. Secrets they were dying to tell to them but couldn't - wouldn't - until safety was assured. Noin couldn't help but to let her heart love their courage.

They were defying orders. They could all die for this. for them. But they didn't care. They wanted freedom for at least someone, even if they must risk their own deaths in the process.

One of them, a younger man called Briaene, drew near. "Soon. Soon we will know. Hopefully, you'll be out of here soon."

"Thanks for your help." Noin smiled, and glanced at her delicate friend in the next bed. "He'd thank you, too, if he was awake."

Zechs had been conscious a few hours ago, and had stayed that way for a fairly long amount of time. It was enough time to hold a small bit of a conversation, and for her to explain to Zechs at least some of that was going on. He hadn't seemed fully functional, though, so she wasn't sure if he would remember even waking later.

How they would manage to get them out of there was a mystery to Noin. They had to take Zechs's condition into consideration. Noin was fine, but she still tired easily, and didn't have much of an appetite. She yawned and glanced at the clock on the wall. Eight o'clock p.m. It was later than she had realized. If no one came soon with news, she would surely be asleep by the time they did come. She nestled a bit deeper in her bed and looked over at Zechs. He looked a lot better, and his wounds were healing well. He'd seemed all right before, only a bit tired and bruised. She ran her eyes over him and smiled. No one else had recognized him, or at least had not let on that they had. There was a difference between how he looked now and how he had looked as a young boy before the burning of Sanc. . . his face had matured as well as the rest of him, physically as well as mentally.

As it had many times in the past, the opening of a door alerted Noin and she turned to face Nikolas.

"Hello." She said.

"Hello." He replied, and stopped in the doorway. "Tomorrow, at dawn, we will get you to an airplane that will hopefully carefully transport you back to your headquarters." He paused. "Hopefully, it will be as easy at it seems. The only problems we will encounter are trying to move you when you are not near any of Rakael's scheduled rounds. This should not be difficult, as he is a man who sticks to his schedule. His days are rarely different. But there is bound to be some trouble." He smiled. "However, if all of us work together around him, everything should work out." His voice was reassuring.

She smiled at him and nodded, and he turned and left the room. The plan seemed fail-safe, but there was something, if not many things, he was not telling her. She tried not to worry about it, and closed her eyes. Dawn would come earlier.