With James leading the way, the small group exited the large room and were in the corridors the facility once more. Following an arrangement where Jenny could be at centre with James leading the pack, Layna and Rye on either side of her and finally Bane following from the behind like she was a dangerous criminal under escort. This was all to see the strangers to her. The seemingly important people. The Primes.
Steps. Brisk steps, hitting the cold cement floor of the corridor they were walking on and leaving eerie echos. Giving off an ominous feeling to them all. Their bodies were stiff as planks, filled with tension. Jenny looked at James, who seemed the most tense of them all, his fists tightly clenched in an emotion that Jenny could not decipher. Was it hatred? Guilt? Anger? or regret?
