Chapter two "The meeting."

Seven Hours before the ball I reported to Commander Civist's office.

My footsteps sounded huge as they echoed down the corridor. They were unusually empty, and more lonely then usual on the plastisteel flooring. The walls had been repainted recently a dull gray. I eventually came to Com. Civist's office and knocked on the door.

"Enter." A voice came from inside.

"Sir." I said.

"At ease solider. This is the situation you will be deployed in the party, in civilian clothes with Fartail." He stated.

"Wait, Sir honestly I don't like this idea of her being there." I replied.

"No!" "She must or the assailant will suspect something, and that's final."

"Now, we will also have men at every door, and two on the roof." "We figure the assassin will be someone in the crowd, perhaps a guest." "You will be our man on the ground and inside."

Just then a knock came at the door. A guard busted in.

"Sir he's attacked again." The private yelled.

"This time it was very bad, he got ten of our men."

"What!" The commander screamed. "Where?" He questioned.

"In the barracks sir! Follow me." The private said.

"Sergeant Kestar. You will go get ready for tonight I'll see to this, dismissed. Then he stormed out of the office."

That was all he had to say, and I could not go against his wishes by telling Fartail to stay at home. I wonder what she has to do with these assassinations? It is however not my place to question a superior officers command. Well I guess I am going to a party.