Well everybody, I'm back. I would say I'm sorry for not writing in absolutely forever, but then this chapter would be nothing but the text "I'm really sorry" repeated over and over to a comical extent.

I know this chapter is short, but I've got a lot on my mind as far as school is concerned, so bear with me as I try to write more chapters.

Also, I'm looking for a beta reader that can assist me with this story, as well as another story I'd like to write soon. They must be able to check for grammar and punctuation errors, and preferably be able to help with plot decisions in both stories. And they are both VA related.

If you'd like to offer your services, just PM me.

Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Academy, Richelle Mead does. Honestly, who doesn't know that already?

Chapter Eight

I awoke to the sound of somebody pounding on my door. Instead of yelling at them to go away, I got out of bed and answered it. I wasn't very surprised to see Grissom waiting as I opened the door.

He smiled, "Come on, get ready. We need to leave."

I shook my head, "What is with you? And what's so urgent about going to meet somebody this early in the day?"

He looked at his watch, "He is one person you are not going to want to piss off. And he's waiting in Missoula for us. We have to go, before he decides to visit us here. Because that would be bad news for everybody."

I nodded helplessly and turned went back over to my bed. I put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt while he waited outside, then I left the dorms with him.

We approached a car in the parking lot. This time it wasn't an expensive BMW, but it didn't matter very much to me.

"Come on," Grissom spoke impatiently, "If we're late then Lazerus will have us shot."

I got in the car, and as we drove off the property, I decided to ask some questions about this guy we were going to meet. I figured it would likely be a good idea to know as much as I could about him before I actually met him.

"So," I said, smiling, "What's this guy like? Humorless? Serious? Funny?"

"Trust me. The less you know for now the better."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"That means he doesn't like it when a new recruit is interested in his back story. His past is shrouded in more secrecy than Area 51. Although I will say this. Don't make jokes out of everything like you usually do. He perfers it when people are serious about this stuff."

I laughed, "What is he, some kind of secret agent or something? Why would he care about his past?"

Grissom shook his head, "You really just don't learn anything, do you. He's just one of those people who perfers when people he works with don't know much about him. Plus it stops his enemies from blackmailing him, not that he couldn't just do the same back."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Let's just say he has a talent for putting people into compromising situations and making sure things go smoothly. In fact, he secretly blackmailed the last monarch and their council into approving an order that allowed his operatives to work outside the confines of Moroi law. The damned thing is so well written, that anybody who tries to have it rescinded has been forcibly removed from office, arrested and charged with treason."

"Wow, I can't believe I never heard of these people."

"That's the point. He also has a strict policy of action when it comes to assignments. His personal motto, and that of our group, is nec temere, nec timide. It means Neither Rashly, Nor Timidely. He prefers to have as few casualties as possible, both friendly and hostile. Plus it's less of a mess for him to clean up afterwords."

I sat back in the seat wondering how this guy would treat me. Would he be completely cold and uncaring? Would he show respect if I gave him the same courtesy? My thoughts were interrupted by a sudden jerk as the car was slowed down and we turned onto a small side road.

"Aren't we supposed to be in a rush?"

"Lazerus knows we're coming in here. His contacts'll call him and make sure he knows we're on the way to him when we leave. It'll calm him down a bit. I hope."

We kept going down the road and turned off to the side down a narrow forest path. Eventually, we came to a halt at a gate.

Grissom honked the horn and raised his hands over his head, "Do as I do."

I raised my hands over my head and noticed a red dot, sort of like a laser pointer, flicker through the windshield of the car and settle on Grissom's forehead, another one did the same to mine a moment later.

This was followed by the unmistakeable click of a gun cocking.

Ooh, suspenseful!

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