"Where's the briefing again?" Rachel asked as we stepped into the corridor, the stark lighting here a contrast to the warmer atmosphere of the mess hall. The passageway bustled with morning activity, personnel moving with purpose rather than haste.
"Command center, east wing," Rose replied promptly, as if she'd memorized the entire compound layout overnight. Knowing Rose, she probably had. "We passed it during our tour yesterday. Third intersection, right turn, past the auxiliary communications hub, second set of security doors on the left."
