Who: Nanoha, Fate, Holy Hell it's Precia.
What: Good cop, bad cop. Nanoha escorts Fate to her appointment with Ingram.
Where: Central HQ.
When: Saturday evening.
Rating: PG or thereabouts (Rating a military interrogation G seems kinda wrong). for Precia being her batshit self.
Nanoha could have made the trip with her eyes closed. This would not have been a wise choice, considering that the corridors were known to contain the occasional booby trap, drugged-up talking cat, or Excellen. Nevertheless, while her eyes were wide open, they were unfocused, the hazards of EDF daily life far away from her mind.
Interrogation. A small selection of syllables that carried an incredible weight. A possible lead on the Jewel Seeds. A reminder that despite the friendship they'd struck up, she and Fate were still on opposing sides. The word that had sent her back along the way she'd gone just that morning, but with a heavier heart and drier throat.
She paused right before coming into Fate's line of sight, swallowed, and took the final handful of steps.