The room had that dual stench of sickness overlaid by far too much cleanser; whatever disinfectant they were using did nothing to hide the corruption beneath. Robyn hated hospitals, she hated bad hospitals even more. In another hour or two she would be moved to a better hospital, this one had been convenient and time had been a factor.
Despite the fact there was a dull ache in her side she didn't feel much like she'd just been shot, she was concerned about how her commanding officer would handle this development. She'd been undercover for over a year, someone had published an article in the local paper about her true identity. Where they had gotten the intel and who thought it was a good idea....the author had claimed it was "too good a story' to pass by and wouldn't give their source despite some heavy hitters asking.
It wasn't even her idea to begin with, this undercover work, she'd fallen into by accident and was tempted into staying as an excuse not to go back to Rhy'din. It was true she had believed it would just be a few months and that had stretched....and stretched.
It was in the middle of that thought that her commanding officer, FBI agent Tomas McGillian entered. "Liz, how are you feeling?" She had given her middle name as her first, Elizabeth and had used her mothers maiden name to further obscure her identity.
"Not bad, Sir." There was nothing else to say until he informed her of her status.
"We're sending you home for now, Liz." The man never did believe in sugar-coating anything, Robyn couldn't imagine his childhood and how that staunch adherence to harsh truths developed. "You're not safe here."
This was expected. That didn't mean it wasn't hard to swallow but she would take it like an adult. Until she left Rhy'din she had been living in a type of cocoon; making her tapestries, taking some courses, safe because of her family. She had grown a lot since she'd left, to go back now was nearly unimaginable. Still, she had some fond memories of the place and she had missed her brother, Shane, terribly. They kept in touch via letters and phoning but that wasn't the same.
"Liz, I'm sorry."
Now that was unexpected, perhaps it was something in her expression that broke Tom down enough to say something he thought comforting"
"It's fine, Sir. I suppose I knew the moment I saw the article that would be happening. Home is just so very different." She left it at that, it wasn't like anyone that hadn't been to Rhy'din would believe anything she had to say on the subject.
"Home is different for everyone, Liz. We'll give you a cell to keep on hand. When we have things sorted we'll contact you. Maybe you could spend some time working in a musical that isn't run by the mob, you have a lovely voice."
That nearly caused her to blush. He had come to see her perform, she knew that, but he'd never mentioned it. "Maybe, boss. Maybe."
Despite the fact there was a dull ache in her side she didn't feel much like she'd just been shot, she was concerned about how her commanding officer would handle this development. She'd been undercover for over a year, someone had published an article in the local paper about her true identity. Where they had gotten the intel and who thought it was a good idea....the author had claimed it was "too good a story' to pass by and wouldn't give their source despite some heavy hitters asking.
It wasn't even her idea to begin with, this undercover work, she'd fallen into by accident and was tempted into staying as an excuse not to go back to Rhy'din. It was true she had believed it would just be a few months and that had stretched....and stretched.
It was in the middle of that thought that her commanding officer, FBI agent Tomas McGillian entered. "Liz, how are you feeling?" She had given her middle name as her first, Elizabeth and had used her mothers maiden name to further obscure her identity.
"Not bad, Sir." There was nothing else to say until he informed her of her status.
"We're sending you home for now, Liz." The man never did believe in sugar-coating anything, Robyn couldn't imagine his childhood and how that staunch adherence to harsh truths developed. "You're not safe here."
This was expected. That didn't mean it wasn't hard to swallow but she would take it like an adult. Until she left Rhy'din she had been living in a type of cocoon; making her tapestries, taking some courses, safe because of her family. She had grown a lot since she'd left, to go back now was nearly unimaginable. Still, she had some fond memories of the place and she had missed her brother, Shane, terribly. They kept in touch via letters and phoning but that wasn't the same.
"Liz, I'm sorry."
Now that was unexpected, perhaps it was something in her expression that broke Tom down enough to say something he thought comforting"
"It's fine, Sir. I suppose I knew the moment I saw the article that would be happening. Home is just so very different." She left it at that, it wasn't like anyone that hadn't been to Rhy'din would believe anything she had to say on the subject.
"Home is different for everyone, Liz. We'll give you a cell to keep on hand. When we have things sorted we'll contact you. Maybe you could spend some time working in a musical that isn't run by the mob, you have a lovely voice."
That nearly caused her to blush. He had come to see her perform, she knew that, but he'd never mentioned it. "Maybe, boss. Maybe."