Ritchie"s stomach made a grumble of protest as she walked past the open cafeteria doors. The murmur of the cadets chatting together and the clatter of their cutlery as they ate had her mouth watering even before she walked into the scents of meatballs and brown gravy and freshly baked bread.
That protein bar had been in no way satisfying. But the odds of catching Colonel Hansen still in his office this long after the last class of the day was dismissed were growing slimmer by the minute. She had no time to waste, even to grab one of those crusty rolls to eat on the way.
His door was still open, the light within shining out into the hall, but when Ritchie stepped inside she saw the door to the inner office closed. Cadet Sokolov was still at her desk, but she looked like she was doing home
