Nikita

Wednesdays were my late days and it wasn't until after Nine pm that I was leaving the Compound. I was a bit tired, but I'd been given a number of case histories to study by Greg and I knew he'd expect me to know them all backwards the next time we met. As I walked out and onto the dimly lit path, I was muttering to myself, the different diagnoses and treatments listed on the pages until it was too dark to read them at which point, I stuffed them in my bag. I would have to find a more lit place in which to study.

The Hub would be nice, I could sit at a back table and read for a bit. I had a book as well, for one of my classes, and a nice drink and some reading would suit me well after a long day.