Chapter 2
Blaze watched the body get escorted out the ballroom by the United Federal Defense. The guests were all interrogated but led to no leads. All were clueless to the cause of the assassination. The Royal Guards walked the feline to her bedroom by traditions. Beside the doors, they were ordered to stay alert at all costs. On the other side, Blaze stared at her mirror.
Spots of blood were still on her fur since she had never cleaned it off yet. After she took off her dress, she walked into her bathroom and bathed for half an hour. She couldn't exactly wrap her mind on what happened a few hours ago. Not to mention that the Sol Emeralds were now useless. After all, Blaze did get interrupted by the death of the council member.
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The cat didn't get any sleep at all. All night long, she looked at the ceiling in puzzlement. She tried to decipher what her trusted friend was about to say. Only that she didn't have that much ways to find out. Outside, the sun began to rise, signaling a new day. She tiredly got up from her bed and walked over to her closet. In there was a few dresses, especially the blood-stained one, with her usual attire. She took her casual suit then placed it on. After getting her hair in a ponytail, she walked out the bedroom in top speed.
The guards greeted her as she went to her destination. She waved back, but in a lifeless way. Finally, she reached the exit to her palace. They were 7 feet tall wooden doors guarded by some Royal Guards. They granted her passage, however one began to follow her. After the murder last night, it was their priority to protect Blaze.
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Soon, she reached the UFD's Headquaters. Since she's the princess of the kingdom, she has literally no restrictions. In fact, no one was to question her motives or it was considered disrespectful. All employees did a quick bow to her before continuing their work. Even if they had their arms full with stacks of paper, they bowed. A few turns here and there, they reach the Chief's office. Without knocking, she enters then crosses her arms.
Before her was a brown falcon dressed in a formal suit. The office wasn't large but it was somewhat comfortable. The Chief looked away from his computer then nodded at the princess. Blaze took a seat on one of the two chairs, the guard stood by the door.
"How may I serve you?" The Chief asked.
"How is Vinson's investigation going?"
"Oh, that's classified."
"What?! I demand that you tell me!"
"Mam, this is classified. Even you can't know of it."
A female Lynx walked in with a few folders in hand. After giving a nod to Blaze, she turned back to the Chief.
"Sir, your meeting starts in a minute."
"I'll be there soon."
The lynx left, leaving the two once again to speak.
"I guess I will wait until the meeting's over?" Blaze asked.
"Be my guest! Be back in a few."
The Chief left the room in wide strides. She waited five minutes until she thought he was out of earshot. Opening the drawers, she searched through files in a quick haste. The guard only looked in shock but kept his mouth shut. The folders weren't organized that much. So, it took Blaze about ten minutes to find what she was looking for. Opening it up, she looked through the mess of papers then finally finds the information she wanted.
She scanned the paper until her eyes stopped at typed passage underlined. It read,
The investigation of Vinson The Squirrel's case is to stop immediately. Any mention of it will result in immediate consequences.
Putting the paper back in the folder, she placed the folder back in the drawer then shuts it. She sprints out the office and runs for the exit. The guard easily catches up, although being shoved in every direction. Before her, she saw the Chief exit the debriefing room then waves at her.
"Your Majesty, what's the rush?"
"Nothing, just forgot something at home!" She said without stopping.
Continuing her sprint, she pushes past the employees until she exited the building. However she didn't slow down yet.
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Blaze barges into her deceased friend's bedroom then begins to rummage through his belongings. Basically making a mess, she goes through hundreds of sheets of political papers. At the bottom of a drawer, she sees a leathery travel sized book. She picked it up then opens it. In it was things she couldn't understand at first but knew she'd have to analyse it later. A few bangs sounded on the door, followed by someone asking for her and the guard to get out. Hiding it in her palms, she orders the guard to open the door.
"What are you doing in the crime scene?" A Royal Guard asked.
"I thought that he had something I owned... Sorry."