A blind pilot in an impossible room

[unseeingjustice]

Finger running along the raised bumps his book composed of, Wufei suddenly stopped with a frown, tapping his foot on the floor beneath his feet. That was not the wood he'd just been walking on a moment before. He closed his book with a snap, a hand going out to feel for the shelf covered walls that should have lined in personal library, only to find smooth wall covered by some sort of banner a foot over.

As he explored the room, a picture formed in his mind that he didn't like at all. And the OZ logo embroidered on the chair just confirmed it. How was he suddenly in an OZ war room? This place shouldn't have existed anymore.