She darted along at a brisk pace, never missing a turn. She hurried past the interrogation suites, ignored the groans for help from the prisoners held in windowless cells, and descended down metal spiral staircases into the very bowels of the building. She just knew that this was the right way to go. She hid in alcoves when she had to, breathless until the guards rushed past, slipped through intermittent circles of candlelight and shadow, all the while getting closer to her quarry.