Zakar stared at the paper in his hands as it trembled lightly. His eyes shifted back to the door. He hadn't seen anyone at the door. There was no one in the room except him. His mind recalled again and again. He couldn't place the puzzle together. How had he gotten this paper in his hands? How didn't he feel it?
He opened the paper slowly and what he saw next shocked more than he had expected. On the paper was a written message carved neatly with ink.
'Meet us at the third block of the refectory tomorrow.'
He scuffed lightly and folded the paper back. He thought for some seconds. His mind battled with the possibility of who it was.
It could not be either of his team mates. It could not also be General Lemon because if it was him, he would have simply pulled him out and brutalised him if he wasted a second at the door. He would not play hide seek just to deliver a message and by the way he would not write his message on a paper.
