THE MISSION VIII

Miriam’s heart pounded erratically as she followed Olivera, who seemed very confident on what she was doing, and on where she was going.

Three times she thought of grabbing Olivera and walking away from the region, but she also knew it would have been a futile attempt. Her friend’s mind was already made up.

She watched as the latter walked past the last barrack, and stopped by a pole, the only pole in the backyard. Behind it were the gates towering them. They have come to a dead end.

“Olivera, there is nothing here? Are you sure this girl is real?”

Olivera gave Miriam no answer, instead she concentrated on looking around her, waiting for the signal.

When she got nothing, she traced the vibration residue, touching the girl’s mind.

A jerk in her mind path told her that the girl was surprised she had breached her mind guards. But should she be surprised? Or was something else at play here?

‘Where next should I go?’ She continued, because she knew she was at the right place, that t