It was no surprise that Inspector Regal of the Ministry was visiting the House of the Grey Sisters. The Sisters were the only people who were allowed into (and back out) of the wastelands, to tend to the outcasts, but they were monitored. Rebels were everywhere, according to Government news.
The Sisters had converted their grounds to farmland, vegetables mostly, with some chickens and goats. No government rations went to the Wastelands, it was the only way the Sisters could provide for the outcasts.
He took one of the sisters, Sister Molly, out to interrogate her by the tomato vines.
Of course, his superiors wouldn't like what he was saying.
"Have you heard anything more about the water pipes?" Molly asked.
"No."
"It is urgent."
"I know. The Ministry know there's a mole, and I think they've narrowed it down to my department. They've tightened all the security protocols, and made everyone change their passwords, so I've got to gather them again."
"Be careful."
"Trust me, I am. There's nothing like working next to the gallows to sharpen your precautions."
"I mean it."
"I know." Regal moved to hold her hand, but Molly pulled away.
"You know I can't. I'm presumin' enough on the Sister's kindness as it is." Hiding in plain was the best way of getting things done, and being a Grey Sister was the quickest way of communicating with the rebels that had been caught and cast out, and, while there was still surveillance of the Sisters, they had an easier time of it than most citizens. "One day, when this is all over."
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It was no surprise that Inspector Regal of the Ministry was visiting the House of the Grey Sisters. The Sisters were the only people who were allowed into (and back out) of the wastelands, to tend to the outcasts, but they were monitored. Rebels were everywhere, according to Government news.
The Sisters had converted their grounds to farmland, vegetables mostly, with some chickens and goats. No government rations went to the Wastelands, it was the only way the Sisters could provide for the outcasts.
He took one of the sisters, Sister Molly, out to interrogate her by the tomato vines.
Of course, his superiors wouldn't like what he was saying.
"Have you heard anything more about the water pipes?" Molly asked.
"No."
"It is urgent."
"I know. The Ministry know there's a mole, and I think they've narrowed it down to my department. They've tightened all the security protocols, and made everyone change their passwords, so I've got to gather them again."
"Be careful."
"Trust me, I am. There's nothing like working next to the gallows to sharpen your precautions."
"I mean it."
"I know." Regal moved to hold her hand, but Molly pulled away.
"You know I can't. I'm presumin' enough on the Sister's kindness as it is." Hiding in plain was the best way of getting things done, and being a Grey Sister was the quickest way of communicating with the rebels that had been caught and cast out, and, while there was still surveillance of the Sisters, they had an easier time of it than most citizens. "One day, when this is all over."
"If we win and if we're still alive."
"That's why we leave the optimism to me."