Three blocks to go, only three blocks left. No matter how much she wanted to, she could not start running. Not now. This was not her ideal time of day, there was still too much sunlight and not enough shadows for her to hide in. It made her skin crawl everytime someone passed her on the street and politely said hello. They were not supposed to be able to see her.
Once she finally reached the door, she breathed a sigh of relief. The sign above the door read Bruneau and Rochette Printing, in a legible blue script. As she opened the door her posture immediately softened. She started to unfasten the buttons on her cloak and greeted the men working the desks with a small smile.
"Good evening Miss Dutoit," they said as she made her way to the back of the store. Her face became focused and her eyes hardened as she went past the back doors and into the printing room. walked all the way to the back left corner, and pushed the fourth brick from the bottom with her shoe. Once the brick had finally gone all the way in, the secret door opened and revealed a group of men and women standing around a table talking over a map of the city. The room was fairly large for a secret space. It could hold up to twenty people comfortably, but the lack of natural light made it feel smaller.
"Ah Rose, I'm glad that you made it safely. Do you have the papers we asked for?"
"Of course she does Marc! When has she ever come back without the information we need?"
"I know, Gwendolyn, but it's just polite to ask."
"I do have the papers. Sorry, but they are a little wrinkled on the edges. I had to move a little faster than I would have liked. It's been a while since I had to do a run in the middle of the day."
"I know, and I'm sorry about that. The nights are getting shorter, and we are starting to run out of time. Communication with the other revolution groups is the most important aspect of our lives right now."
"I understand. But still, I'd prefer not going out again during the day."
"Well, then you might like your next assignment," Gwendolyn chimed in.
"What is it?"
"Do you have a dress?" Marc smiled.
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FantasyIn the far off future, in a land that was once called France, tensions are rising. The military has control of the people and the aristocracy has control of the military. There are people who are trying to fight for what they believe in, but it has...
