Chapter Seventeen
A knock sounds at my door, and I frown, confused by who it might be. I don't get much post, and it's still before the dusk siren, which makes the pool of who smaller. I don't think the sound is frantic enough for it to be anyone in trouble either.
I pad down the hall, glad I'm already dressed, even it's only in an oversized t-shirt and leggings, both of which are among the few items I brought with me from outside the wall.
I go up on my toes so I can look through the peephole. It's a little too high up the door for me, probably because the other agents have all been bigger men, and this apartment was set up for one of them. Though I can hardly imagine any of the agents I met while training living here, there isn't enough space for them.
The moment I spy Oscar's form o
