The Range - Girls With Guns [Wednesday afternoon]
Triela was turning an unopened envelope over and over in her hand as she arrived at the range. The postmark was from Rome which could have meant any number of senders. But there was no return address, and that most definitely meant Jean. He was the only one who never bothered with those sorts of little human touches.
The envelope was unopened for a very two very good reasons. First, the conditioning meant she had to seek orders when possible, and resisting the compulsion to see what was in these was good practice. She'd managed almost an hour now, which was a new record for a compulsion this vague. The other reason was that she wasn't sure she really wanted to know what they were.
She hadn't heard anything since Priscilla's visit, after all.
And now it was club time. That shoud provide enough of a distraction to give her another hour before she opened the thing without realizing it. Two hours was pretty good, she supposed.
[I thought that after finals I might pass out and thus miss club, but instead I was so relieved that I forgot it was Wednesday. How weird is that?]
The envelope was unopened for a very two very good reasons. First, the conditioning meant she had to seek orders when possible, and resisting the compulsion to see what was in these was good practice. She'd managed almost an hour now, which was a new record for a compulsion this vague. The other reason was that she wasn't sure she really wanted to know what they were.
She hadn't heard anything since Priscilla's visit, after all.
And now it was club time. That shoud provide enough of a distraction to give her another hour before she opened the thing without realizing it. Two hours was pretty good, she supposed.
[I thought that after finals I might pass out and thus miss club, but instead I was so relieved that I forgot it was Wednesday. How weird is that?]