When his first minion ran by, he knew something was wrong. His small and agile minion was panting and heat was radiating off the small frame, telling the commander he was "sweating" which also meant he had been running for a while. As he watched the Watchdog run down the narrow hallway he waited to see if any other of his men were running his way, no need to get run over because he wanted to stand in the middle of the hallway.
As Peepers walked out in the hallway, looking in both directions the whole time, he hummed in confusion. One of his men must have been late, but for what? He hadn't heard of any meetings...
He walked down the black and glowing red hallways and he followed the sudden cries of complaints, the ramblings going around the lines of, "You need to be faster" and "Peepers could have saw you."
When he got close to the meeting room, he heard the chit chat of the Watchdogs waiting for something. Peepers slowly stuck his head in and got a glimpse of Lord Hater pacing right in the front of the room, in front of his door. He gasped when Lord Hater came around again and stopped, he froze, was he caught?
"Is everyone informed on what the plan is?" Lord Hater said softly, barely loud enough to be heard over the mumbling Watchdogs.
"Yes, sir!" All replied.
"Did you inform the late party?" Hater said as he suddenly turned to the long table full of minions.
"Yes, sir!" The replied again.
"Good, Peepers is not to know of this... if he does find out, the snitch will be banished along with anyone who they know," Lord Hater said, getting louder every second.
"Yes, sir..." Everyone said, less enthusiastic about this.
What was so bad his boss wouldn't tell him? The was the head tactician of the army, why could he not know what Lord Hater thinks he shouldn't know? Was it about a secret raid? Was Lord Hater tired of him and is trying to make him slip up so he could fire him? Angry, he shut the door and stomped off to his room.
Two can play at this game!
Sitting on his bed, he felt over the nice smooth cotton blankets as he laid one book after another on it. Books on myths of surrounding planets, culture on one's far from here, and one or two on a planet called Volkroker. He opened one and read over the books content, the knowledge of the town's on many planets around and far from here was not unwelcome.
As his eye started to shut, he fought the urge to sleep off the exhaustion and he read his books faster, trying to get as much of it in before he fell over in forced sleep.
He could feel his body grow lax and he laid his lower half on the bed, he legs going limp.
Ignoring his bodies need, he thought on his earlier discovery, growling in the back of his throat. He wasn't some weak, pathetic SiC who just walks behind his master waiting to get spoiled, no!, he was a fierce tactician who actually went in before his leader ever got there! He got out another book, this one about machines and technology, and read it faster then Wander could find Lord Hater.
His stomach started to hurt and he groaned as his eyes grew heavy by the second, his head growing foggy. Dang, he was growing more the exhausted, he was flat out going to pass out in a coma. He set the book down and tried to reach another but he couldn't, his upper body must have gave out just like his legs. His arm soon joined his body and legs, he groaned.
"Might as well sleep..." He whispered annoyed with himself and let his head fall, his eyes shutting before he hit the pillow.
When the room automatically dimmed, a figure snuck into the room, pulled the books from the bed to the floor, and watched over Peepers. The figure pulled something out and drought it down upon Peepers...
As Peepers tried to sleep, he felt something being dragged over his body, something not sharp but had a tip of some sort. He ignored it, passing it as something his mind was making up. He felt worse as the tipped item go some places it wasn't (his eyes and suit) and he wanted to open his eye (but he was so at peace because the tip was gentle and it wasn't cold, but warm).