--Chapter 5--
From a rampart nearby, the shadowy figure that had been leaning against the tree looked around himself, his eyes scanning the forsaken bodies and burning livelihood around him with nothing more than a passing killer's interest.
His prey was not here.
Oddly enough, though, as he heard the yells from the flaming courtyard a ways ahead, a sudden feeling of wrongness began to flower in his chest. Like a weed, the foreboding choked out the battle lust ignited by the shouts of men and the cacophony of metal he striking metal, and like a weed he wanted that odd feeling gone, torn by the root and gone forever.
He knew his orders, and he knew his duty. His contract told him to eliminate one Squall Leonhart, SeeD Commander, and that was exactly what he intended to do.
Given the sounds issuing from the gate ahead, he had a strong inclination that his mission was about to come to its climax.
Oooh, suspense! Please R&R!
-K-