Her mouth too dry to even mumble a thank you, Meiling simply nodded in assent. She set the shotgun down gently, picking up the folder as if it were as fragile as glass.
Taking a short bow out of politeness as she left, Meiling scurried out of the room, hurrying along the dimly lit corridors to the commissar's office. The temptation to rip open the folder and read through the documents to make sure she wasn't delivering her own death warrant straight into a commissar's hands was immense, but she didn't dare.
Coming to the office, Meiling knocked three times on the door.
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