She was up long before dawn.
Fiore's essentials were laid neatly across her bed; a first-aid kit, medicine, extra clothes, water (and a small purifier), flint, a blanket, and dried food. She sighed before dropping the last two objects, a knife and healthy amount of bullets. They fit cleanly inside her plain, khaki bag, and were left beside a larger, black case. The one that held her rifle.
Sitting down on her bed, Fiore placed the last pack of food into her bag, eyes locked onto the wall. No windows. -When was the last time I saw the sunrise... What a tiresome old prison here.- she thought, a bitter smile on her face. Slipping both packs onto her back, she traced a finger down the wall, memorizing the last moment she'd be in her secure little room. The cruel irony was, of course, she'd probably miss the place with time, just as she missed the sunrise. -Truly, one doesn't know how much they had before they lose it.-
The door clicked as it closed behind her, and soon she was at the briefing room. Noting the others already in their seats, she wordlessly sat down in one herself, sending a polite nod to what seemed to be the man in charge. Fiore could feel her blood freeze for a moment when she saw the Pokemon, keeping still as a statue.
