Imprisonment

[Warden]

A woman sat in a windowless room, illuminated only by a dying lamp which stood vigil at the side of the her desk. The edges of the room's only door lay parallel to the sides of the desk as the door remained soundly closed. The papers on the desk described the names and former "occupations" of men now held in deep imprisonment.

The woman sighed, tossing aside a paper authorizing the movement of a prisoner away from the cell block he was currently residing in because of his relations to the Bundschuh. The grimace on her face showed her disdain for such menial activities. The woman had asked Civil Minister Kohler several times to make it so these things could be approved without her consent, but, she didn't think much would come of it.

The door opened abruptly, interrupting the delicate silence that had drifted over the room. A man in a pale green RFP uniform stood at attention, blocking the stream of light from the door's opening. The woman who sat at the desk looked up into the light, pen still in hand.

"Yes, what is it, Johann?" the woman asked the man standing at the door, squinting slightly at the light emitted from the opening "It's almost time for the nightly inspection."

"We have orders, Anya," the man said, removing a folder which matches his uniform from the crook of his arm, "Directly from the Rheichstag."

"It will have to wait," the woman replied, leaning over the desk looking for something "Seven o'clock is time for inspection. Put the paper on the desk, it's probably unimportant."

Johann put the orders he had attained on the desk and walked briskly out of the room. Anya followed, having found the files for inspection. Shutting off the lamp and closing the door gently yet abruptly, Anya left the room in darkness.