Rome, Italy [Sunday]
The Social Welfare Agency was situated in a massive compound on the edge of the city. It had once been a boarding school. A very high-end one. A massive two-wing dormitory, gardens, classrooms, administrative buildings. Much of it had been repurposed: some of the gardens converted into shooting ranges, some of the classrooms into medical facilities.
The unused north wing of the dormitory had been set aside for the guests who were expected to trickle in throughout the day in case they wished to stay overnight.
Hilshire, sensing that Triela was getting annoyed with his hovering in the medical building, had appointed himself as official greeter and guide. The rules were simple: visitors could wander the outdoor parts of the grounds at will, as long as they took note of the various warning signs for live fire ranges, they could wander the dorms, the dining hall, and the medical wing at will, but all the other buildings were off-limits.
[For those who got the invitation. NFB for distance.]
The unused north wing of the dormitory had been set aside for the guests who were expected to trickle in throughout the day in case they wished to stay overnight.
Hilshire, sensing that Triela was getting annoyed with his hovering in the medical building, had appointed himself as official greeter and guide. The rules were simple: visitors could wander the outdoor parts of the grounds at will, as long as they took note of the various warning signs for live fire ranges, they could wander the dorms, the dining hall, and the medical wing at will, but all the other buildings were off-limits.
[For those who got the invitation. NFB for distance.]