Mission form Hell
Chapter One – Spoons
Valek was on a mission. A mission from hell.
"No."
"Valek, I am commanding you to go," Commander levelled a cool gaze at Valek.
"I won't blend in," Valek protested.
"Valek," the Commander's tone held a note of finality to it.
Valek slinked back to his rooms looking somewhat…well passive.
He threw open the door scaring a sleeping form off of the couch, Valek whipped out his sword; suddenly he heard three sets of laughter.
"You owe me ten gold coins, Janco," Ari grinned holding his hand out. Valek looked between them in confusion and the couch, hoping the intruder will peer over it. He used his senses and smelt the air, he could smell Janco, musty old woman smell (he really smelt like frangipanis, un-masculine if you asked Valek), Ari smelt like cut grass, Maren smelt of vanilla with a hint of spice, pomegranate smell invaded his nostrils, but the one that sent waves of happiness through him was lavender. He inhaled deeply and smiled to himself. She was here.
"Snake pit," she murmured.
Yelena's green eyes looked over the couch, and Valek immediately relaxed his fighting stance. "What the damn hell is going on?" he demanded from the power twins. "Don't you two have some charges to look after?" he grunted looking somewhat angry.
"No, we were here to babysit Yelena," Janco smirked, Maren rolled her eyes. Yelena dusted off her uniform, there were purplish rings under her eyes and a slight smudge of black on her right cheek.
Ignoring the power twins and Maren, Valek moved swiftly to Yelena's side, using the pad of his thumb he removed the black smudge and smiled. "Hello love," his sapphire eyes held a new shine to them. Yelena looked up at Valek and grinned.
"Hello jailbaite," Yelena snickered lithely moving away from Valek, putting the coffee table between them.
"So you've heard-"
"Oh everyone has heard about your new mission," Janco cut through.
"Not everyone, just our corps team," Ari corrected immediately after giving Janco a swift jab to the kidney.
"Your new uniform came in," Maren chirped holding it out.
"The seamstress works fast," Valek commented dryly, the annoyance shining through his eyes.
"Why yes I do, Valek," Dilana came out from Yelena's old room, the pomegranate smell made sense now, "I have your measurements locked in my mind," she winked slyly, Ari quickly pulled her to his side. Smart man.
Having comrades outside of battle was becoming tiresome, thought Valek with a disgruntled sigh.
Valek didn't bother pursuing Yelena, thinking she'd come at her own accord. Instead he flopped onto the couch gracefully, crossing one leg over the other.
"It is a nuisance having everyone in MY suite," he emphasised.
"I'm sure it is, love," Yelena looked somewhat chipper, Valek smiled briefly before remembering why all this 'chipper-ness' filled his suite rooms. Damn stupid mission, he thought dryly.
"I can't believe I'm going to say this, but I kind of wish I was on the mission with you," Maren smirked, digging her hands into her pockets.
"I'd gladly trade places, hell I even offered various other soldiers that would suit this mission. However the commander is adamant it be me," Valek closed his eyes rubbing his temple, trying to rub a way the new migraine that threatened to intercept his mind.
"Well since it is a nuisance to have us all in your suite, we'll all leave," Yelena declared, ushering everyone out before I could protest about the 'everyone' part.
Just my damn luck, Valek thought.
He could hear Yelena moving toward him form behind; he tensed a bit before she leaned over his left shoulder, lavender invading his senses calming his body down instantly. She pecked his check and murmured, "remember to be in bed by nine-thirty, love," she snickered before leaving with the pack of imbeciles.
Nothing is going to go my way, Valek thought dryly.
The mission will be revealed next chapter, but it should be pretty evident through this chapter though!
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