Without thinking, Munkustrap stood up and ran towards the medical den, still shocked and amazed by Rumpleteazer's story. He headed down a dark path and into the main area of the Junkyard. Everything seemed normal. No one seemed panicked or confused. Perhaps nothing was going on. Maybe Teazer was just being funny. Then again, she seemed far to strained to be joking. Heading past the curious faces, the silver tabby headed up into the areas where the dens sat in garbage piles. Quickly, he located where Jellyorum's den was, and ran straight for it.

Then suddenly, something stopped him.

He saw Mungojerrie and Alonzo trying to carry the crazed looking Plato into the den. He had on a wicked grin as he cackled. His claws were out and swinging between the two of them and his eyeballs looked as to be on fire. Munkustrap was taken aback as his jaw dropped,

"Good Lord……" he whispered. All of the instincts on issues and troubles and problems suddenly came back…

~^..^~

Munkustrap studied the bicolor tom with horror, but also with interest. Months had seemed to pile up on work, including the search parties for the missing tom. Now, when things were just beginning to be peaceful, Plato had turned up, but not the way the silver tabby had initially expected. At first, hearing the name Plato from Rumpleteazer was surprising, and he thought it would lead to something good, but now…staring at the tom he had known for most of his life, there was no way that this was good at all.

Alonzo and Mungojerrie had struggled to guide the impaired Plato into the Medical den, where Etcetera and Jellyorum probably were. The silver tabby tom had not bothered to reveal himself to the situation just yet. Instead, he planned to listen, and observe. The red-white bicolor tom cackled hideously like a mad cat as Alonzo pulled him into the den. Munkustrap walked up behind the door as he listened:

Alonzo was first to talk over the laughter: "Jelly? Jellyorum? Jelly!?!"

Jellyorum came out, slightly ornery. She sometimes slept during the day, which made her a treachery to cross, if disturbed. "What- what, what is it-" suddenly, the voice of medical cat gasped, "Dear- Heavyside! Is that…….Plat-"

"Yes, it's Pla'o!!" Mungojerrie answered blatantly, struggling to hold him back. He seemed a bit agitated.

Alonzo tried to keep a calmer tone than Jerrie had as he explained: "I found him out near the borders. I don't know what happened to him. He was unconscious at first, then once I was able to wake him up, he just……he went insane!"

Munkustrap could hear the light tabby queen inhale sharply. The black-white tom caught his breath, "Do you know what it could be?"

Jellyorum gently laid the impaired tom on a leather cushion while his laugh died down into a chuckle. She smoothed her hand over his forehead, and then put her paw over his neck vein. She silently shook her head, and rubbed her eyes, "No." she stated, "I'm not sure yet. His heart rate is faster than a rabbit's, and he has a slight fever…hm…excessive perspiration, and overwhelming muscle spasms…It's like he's not in control of his own body……wait…wait a second…" Jellyorum's footsteps padded to the other side of the den, "I think I may have seen something like this before……Etcetera, help me get a book from the shelf…"

Curious now, Munkustrap stepped lightly into the den. Mungojerrie's head turned slightly, and caught him out of the corner of his eye, "Munkustrap," He whispered, in slight surprise.

The silver tabby didn't say a word in greeting back, "Alonzo, what happened? What's wrong with Plato?"

Alonzo looked back at him, and grimaced, "Munk, I……I was out patrolling and…I found him sprawled on ground, covered in blood and such……The second I tried to wake him, he went crazy, and tried attacking me! Luckily, Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer had come back and helped me get him into the Junkyard."

Jellyorum came back from her book shelf; Etcetera came up near her side with a bottle of brown liquid and spare rag cloth. The medical queen took both from her daughter's arms. She poured the contents of the bottle onto the cloth, and then applied it to Plato's mouth and nose. Slowly, his chuckling died down as his eyes began to close. Munkustrap looked over, wondering what she had done, "Whoa, Jelly, what are doing?"

"Relax Munk, don't get your tail in a knot." She jeered, rubbing some sweat off her forehead, "It's just some natural herbs and morphine to help him get to sleep. His heart rate will go down, and with the proper treatment, so will his fever."

The silver tabby tom sighed, relieved, but still puzzled, "What about his insane…behavoir? What happened with his eyes and his…muscle spasms…what about that?"

The medical queen sighed and shook her head, "I don't know yet. Madness isn't my area of expertise. When I looked in the book, it said something about sudden fevers and muscle spasms were symptoms for a serious disease. The name isn't exactly easy to pronounce. Let's just say it's… not very common…but not contagious…I don't think…As for the behavior, I can only assume it was neurological, but I may be wrong. I don't know yet..."

Mungojerrie then stepped in, "Waita second. Oi still don' undastand. What happened ta Pla'o? Why is 'e sick? There's gotta be some sorta medical…scoiency expl'eenation. " All three toms turned to Jellyorum.

"For now, I don't know." She answered simply, "I examined his wrists, his arms, legs. There's a puncture mark on each of them, all where a vein is supposed to be. It's as if……something was injected into him. I'm not too fully acknowledged in human's medical treatments, but I know they can apply medicines to their patients by puncturing their skin with sharp needles, and force liquid medicines into their blood streams. It helped them heal faster. But the same method could also be used to inject poisons. If I'm not mistaken, this looks like a case of it. It might have been a poison, or toxin or disease that was forced into Plato's bloodstream, but I will have to perform several tests before I can be certain on anything. I also need help to understand the madness he's undergoing. That seemed to be a symptom, or side effect to the injection."

Munkustrap nodded; pondering what else he could do to help, and making as quick decisions as to what to tell the tribe. "We can tell Quaxo. He'll probably know something on the subject. But we can't risk panicking the tribe with this yet. If anyone asks, we found Plato, but he's in intensive care and can't be seen by anybody. Jelly, you need to diagnose this as soon as possible, and figure out if it's curable. Jerrie, you have to tell Teazer about all this, but tell her to keep it from anyone else who asks."

Jerrie nodded, and quietly saluted, "Already done Munk."

The silver tabby nodded once and then turned to Alonzo, "Lonz, I need you to look after Plato, along with Etcetera. While Jelly and Quaxo try to diagnose this, you need to make sure he stays under control, and not turn into a conspicuous scene. Got it?"

The white and black tom nodded once, "No problem Munk."

"Good," he murmured, glad that everything was going according to plan so far, "And remember, no one else can no about this. Perhaps if we can figure it out, we can reveal it later in the process of curing Plato, but for now, it would be a good idea to keep it secret …"

^~*~^

Zelaphelia walked around the Junkyard, staring around, almost overwhelmed from the parts of her home that had changed. Everything seemed slightly regular, but now, she got to see the Junkyard through Tugger. He had willingly guided her around the newest of her surroundings, including the latest den installments for certain new mateships. How things had changed since she had left. First of all, the younger Jellicles were preparing for the Jellicle Ball, which was supposed to be a month and half away, or so she was told. Electra and Pouncival had mad sudden arrangements to dance together, as did Victoria and Mistoffelees, which wasn't a huge surprise, also Jemima and Tumblebrutus. Etcetera was initially asked by Plato, but considering he had disappeared she had decided to go alone. But in any case, the younger population of the tribe seemed eager enough for the upcoming ball.

Zela really didn't understand why the ball was a huge deal, at least not until Tugger told her all about the rituals, the choosing of one feline to the Heavyside layer… …the mating dance...... Of course, that's what the adolescents were making preparations for. The gold-red queen had decided automatically not to participate in any of the dancing rituals this year. This was technically going to be her first ball anyway. Well, if she stayed longer than two months that is. Zelaphelia didn't want to upset anyone by leaving, but she was a nomadic cat. What was the point of staying at long periods at the time?

Long after Tugger had explained all of this to her, Zela decided to go off on her own. He reluctantly complied and went back to his den, but not after doing a small hip shake while walking away. Obviously, he knew she was watching. The gold and red queen grinned, semi-amused, but without a second thought, padded away, into the main area of the Junkyard. As she walked down through a small dirt path, Zela finally stepped onto the main ground. A white flash suddenly passed over her with unmatched speed. The gold-red queen flinched back, in surprise, but then casually peered around her.

Victoria had been the white flash, and as quickly as she had passed Zela, the sooner she stopped and turned around. The white queen gave her a quick smile and turned her body at an eighty-degree angle to meet her half-sister completely, "Hey Zela." She greeted cheerfully, "I didn't get a chance to talk to you lately. Sorry If I surprised you, I was in a hurry."

Zela grinned slightly and raised an eyebrow, "Really. I couldn't tell." She commented in a dry sarcastic tone, "Why in such a rush Vic?"

Victoria's lips curled back into a smile as she rocked on her toes back and forth, "Hm…no reason in particular. 'Cept, I had to go talk to Misto 'bout something…"

The golden red queen smiled, almost forgetting about the Tuxedo tom, "Oh yeah, Misto…haven't talked to him in forever."

Zela could simply see by her half sister's facial expression that she was acting as if this was obvious news, which it was. "If you want," the white queen said, "I can take you into my and Misto's den. He must be lurking around here somewhere. Besides, there's something I want to tell him."

Zela raised an eyebrow, noticing a sly smile quickly cross her half-sister's face. "Oh? And what would that be, Vicky?"

The white queen returned with a grin as she started walking down the path. Zela rolled her eyes and smiled, trying to catch up to her, "So, it's a secret, is it?" she jested.

Victoria shrugged and kept her steady pace down the dirt path, "Oh, it's not going to be a secret for long." She said quickly. Zelaphelia raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

"Would you mind telling me first?" she inquired.

Vicky stopped and sighed, but she kept her silence. Zela noticed that she almost looked anxious. In fact, her whole body was shaking, as if she was excited for something. The gold-red queen blinked once and stopped to sit in front of her sister. "Vic, come on. Please tell me. What's got you all excited?"

At first, Victoria looked away with a wriggling smile on her face. Zela could already tell that she could not contain her secret any longer. Although the gold-red female hated idle gossip, she enjoyed knowing things before anyone else. She smiled and leaned in, waiting for her sister to burst. Finally, she did.

"I think… …I think I might be pregnant!" she finally squealed.

Zela's eyes popped open, in a strange combination of surprise and happiness. She smiled at her sister and immediately squealed with Victoria and opened her arms to an embrace. She could feel her sister shaking as they bounced up and down joyfully. Zelaphelia was finally able to control herself to realize the simple fact: Victoria was pregnant. She smiled at the white queen and found the ability to meet with her eyes, "So…really? You're pregnant??"

Vicky bared a cheery grin, "Well, I just had Jennyanydots confirm it for me last night. She was 95 percent sure of it. And, well, Misto and I haven't really been trying to have kittens, I…I just really can't wait to see his face!"

Zela smiled and caught a quick glance at her sister's stomach. She was happy for Victoria, but she couldn't help but ponder how Mistoffelees would react to such news. Most likely he'd be happy, and she would be more than glad to share the sight of that facial expression with her sister. The look that said, 'I'm going to be a father?' Zela smiled just thinking about it, "So, how far are you along?" she asked curiously.

Victoria caught a glance at her stomach and smiled, "Jenny said close to two weeks, not even!"

Zela smiled and patted her back, "Well, I'm happy for you, Vic."

"Thanks Zela…"

The gold-red queen then raised an eyebrow. A question suddenly sat on the tip of her tongue, "So…does anyone else know?"

Victoria looked up at her and shook her head, "Besides Jenny and you, no. And she said she wouldn't tell anyone unless I wanted her to. I only found out yesterday, so obviously I haven't gotten the courage to tell mum or Munkustrap. Really, I think that I should have told Misto right away. I guess I was afraid of how he'll react, but now I couldn't be more excited!"

Zela smiled and nodded, "I'm sure he'll be as excited as you are, Vic. However, we'll never find out unless we go talk to him."

The white female nodded affirmatively as she pointed down the path, "Our den is right over there. Will you come with me?"

The gold-red queen nodded, "Of course I will."

The two Jellicle queens quickly strode across the Junkyard's path. It was now about midday, and it seemed like there couldn't have been a better one. The sun was shining brightly down as the heat was shaded by the junk piles. There were a few stratus clouds, and the sky was a dull blue. Zelaphelia smiled happily as she and Victoria wandered through the entrance of the den.

As the gold-red queen looked around, the den seemed very neatly arranged. It was either do to Misto's magical telekinesis, or maybe Victoria's obsession for perfection. She saw crates stacked neatly in threes on one side of the den, and thin pipelines standing vertically and intertwining together in a distinct pattern that left a small opening on the other. The whole den was covered from the sun in a dome-like ceiling. A few flashlights hung from the walls to light the darkness. Zela almost couldn't breathe. She really hadn't expected it to be so…homey; so organized… It was highly unusual for a Junkyard cat; then again, Victoria and Misto were a very odd couple.

Zelaphelia feet wandered openly through the den as her gaze lingered. It wasn't until this point where she realized how much she really missed her sister. Before they even knew of their relation to Demeter, the two did become good friends. In fact, Victoria was one of the first queens she met when she first came to the Junkyard. The two of them just kind of had a strange sisterly connection. Well, that one was pretty self-explanatory, them being half-sisters.

Zela's gaze finally fell on Victoria who paced forward and shouted through the dark opening past the crossing pipes. "MISTO!" The gold-red queen flinched in surprise, unaware that her sister had such a strong voice.

Suddenly, Zela felt a tap on her shoulder. She jumped a foot higher in the air and turned around. A smirking tuxedo tom stood there with an amused face. "Hello Zela."

The Jellicle female glared at him, "Don't do that!" she chided, "You know I hate it when you do that!"

Mistoffelees chuckled as his silky black coat glimmered under the glow of the flashlight. "Sorry Zel, but you know I can hardly resist." Zela glared at him, knowing full well that she could have choked him for scaring her half to death. But what really frightened her was that she didn't even see it coming. Wouldn't her mindsight have warned her if someone was coming up from behind?

Victoria abruptly ran up behind her half-sister and clung on to her mate in a tight embrace. The tuxedo tom was a bit taken aback by this sudden hug, but was able to wrap his arms around the white female. Vic suddenly kissed her mate and smiled at him. Misto's eyes closed half way as he gazed at his mate happily. "It's good to see you too, Vic." Zela thought that comment might've killed the moment for the white queen.

Victoria shook her head as she backed away from him by a few steps, "Misto, I have something to tell you." She said quietly.

Misto raised an eyebrow as he put a hand on her shoulder. His smiled formed into a worrisome frown, "What is it Vicky?"

Victoria seemed a bit hesitant at first. In fact, she was completely silent for a few moments. Zelaphelia put an encouraging paw on her half-sister's shoulder. The white queen looked behind her, and smiled at her, with a quiet doubt stirring in her eyes. Quietly, Victoria was able to blink, and look back at the tuxedo tom. "Misto, I…I'm pregnant."

At first, Misto's didn't react. He was completely silent, and his eyes were about as wide as two moons. His frown had stretched out into an agape expression, as if he was in shock. Zela glanced back at Victoria, who seemed to be waiting for him to say something. Finally, he did, "W-what? W-w-what did y-you say?"

Victoria looked into his eyes, "I'm with kittens, Misto. Your kittens."

Misto's face seemed to freeze, looking like he was pondering this. Zela didn't blame him. Though she had never experienced the joy of carrying kittens, she had heard the many stories of future mothers and fathers preparing to bring one of there own into the world. Wynestelle had explained the long and excruciating process of birthing kittens when she was still in Kingsten. Zela actually couldn't stand listening to it. She didn't sleep for a week after that little conversation. It proved to the golden- red queen that pregnancy was a scary thing. A chill ran up her spine. No wonder Misto was in shock.

It wasn't for a few moments until a smile finally grew on Mistoffelee's face. He let out a chortle before throwing his arms around Victoria. Both queens let out a sigh of relief as the mates tightly embraced. At that moment, Zela couldn't help but realize she was in déjà vu. Victoria and Mistoffelees looked exactly like Wynestelle and Cesaro at that moment. "Wow." Was all the tuxedo tom could mutter, "W-wow! I-…I can' t…I can't…I don't…I- what …Wow."

Needless to say, his reaction was very entertaining. Victoria looked back at him smiled happily, "I'm glad you feel that way." She said, smiling.

"Wow…I'm going to be a father…" he mused quietly to himself. His gaze turned to Victoria, "And you're going to be a mother…Wow…I can't believe this…"

His mate nodded gleefully, "I can't either…They…they're coming in three months, or so… "-she chuckled- "At least they'll be good playmates for Cassandra's kittens."

Zelaphelia's eyes suddenly popped as she walked forward with an open mouth, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa……Vic……Cassandra's… pregnant too?"

The white queen looked over her should to her half-sister she smiled as she flipped around, Misto still encasing her in his arms. She smiled, "Oh Yeah, Zel, she is. I forgot that you didn't know. But yes, she's with kittens. Pretty far along too."

Zela kept staring at the two of them, "Uhh…. when did this happen exactly?!"

Mistoffelees shrugged, gripping Victoria hands and smiling, "Alonzo and she announced it about late spring."

The gold and red queen nodded quietly, still pretty shocked, "I……I didn't even notice…so…how far is she?"

Victoria smiled, "She says she's expecting them any day now. You should see her Zela, you would never recognize her."

Zelaphelia shook her head as she sat down. How did she miss this? She was pretty sure she had seen Cassandra when she came into the Junkyard. How could she have not noticed that the Siamese queen was pregnant? Victoria gave a sympathetic smile, as if she had expected this reaction, "Yeah, I know it's a lot coming at you. But hey, it's gonna be alright."

Zela turned her head towards Vic, nodding accordingly, "Yes! Of course it is…I'm just…in shock…" The young queen really couldn't believe how much had really changed. All the kittens were getting together, two queens were now pregnant, dens had been set up, and Deuteronomy was gone for now. Almost a year had gone by, and Zela hadn't expected to see so much happen. Even the Junkyard, in all its greatness had changed drastically.

Victoria smiled and patted the gold-red queen's paws. She looked as if she didn't know what to say, "Its okay," she assured happily, "Say, I think I should go tell the news to Mum, and Munkustrap. Will you come with me?"

The Jellicle queen smiled at her half-sister. She actually didn't want to leave the den, nor did she feel like watching Demeter's frazzled expression at the thought of Victoria's pregnancy. With a small smile, she shook her head, "Nah, Vic. I think I'll stick around here for awhile. Besides,. It'll be good for me to search around."

Victoria nodded quietly, shrugging, and looking slightly disappointed, "Alright then. I'll talk to you later. "-she turned towards her mate- "You want to come with, Misto?"

The tuxedo tom smiled, but respectfully shook his head, "I think I'll stay back too, Vic. You should go talk to your mother."

The white queen sighed, but smiled once more before kissing her mate on the cheek. "I won't be long." She said quietly. She looked back towards Zela, "I'll see you later, Zel."

"See ya, Vic."

With that, the white queen exited the den. Zelaphelia smiled once as she watched her sister leave. Victoria was always so happy, so good. Zela couldn't help but envy her. She had a good mate; she was pregnant with his kits. She led a perfect life. Vicky was the picture of happiness. And Mistoffelees, well, what couldn't be running through his mind now? He was going to be a father in a few months. The gold-red queen smiled as she turned around to face Misto, but when she saw him, her smile disappeared. He was sitting down on a pile of split wood with his elbows sitting on her knees and his head facing his lap. Zela frowned, seeing his disgruntled facial expression.

She paced over at sat beside him, "Misto, what's wrong?" she put her paw on his shoulder.

He glanced up at her, but quickly diverted his eyes away and back into his lap, "I can't believe she's having kittens…Zela…this is bad."

The gold-red queen's eyebrows rose. He had just been so happy about the kittens, having Vicky in his arms. "Why? Misto, what's wrong?"

Mistoffelees looked up at her. She could see the disturbed glimmer in his eyes, "Zela, when my mother was pregnant with me, there were four other kittens in my litter. They were all stillborns… because my magic was actually developing while I was in the womb, and it was powerful enough where the rest of the fetuses were killed. And my birth……Zela…when I came out of my mother, I sent a high-voltage shock through her body accidentally, and she died once I came out…She never even saw me……Zela…I'm afraid that if my magical abilities are hereditable…these kittens might inherit them……and if they start to wield them while in the womb, they could kill each other…or possibly Victoria…"

Zelaphelia stared at the tuxedo tom for a few seconds, pondering over what he had just told her. At first, all she could think was that this was a veritable concern. She didn't know what she could to Misto to make him feel better. Magic…magic was a treacherous thing, and being a mystic wasn't exactly easy, especially knowing that your kittens could hold their own magic. Another reason to fear kitten birth…

^~*~^

The Warehouse had begun to empty inexplicably. It made Jezabella slightly disgusted that henchcats would either be leaving Macavity's services, or most of them were dead...actually, if one happened, the other would as well. Macavity never took being disavowed well, especially by his own agents. In a matter of a few weeks, the numbers of henchcats had reduced drastically from forties to twenties. Even some of the newer queens had left. Jezabella scoffed. Obviously, none of them could cope with the Napoleon of Crime. None of them, of course ended up with pretty fates. It surprised the Tonkinese queen that Macavity couldn't have been a little gentler with females, but she had been able to get closer to him for the past year, and learned more about him. How naïve she felt. Macavity wasn't as caring and amazing as she once thought. However, she still loved him. That kitten-like crush never died, and she doubted it ever would.

And thanks to her close relationship with the ginger tom, she was no longer just one of his queens. She had been promoted to an official. Though the training was intense, she learned how to control her own anger, like Macavity sometimes did, and she now had authority over some henchcats. Actually, she was now was responsible for training new recruits; some scraps of fur found on the streets, and the henchcat's kittens that had now come of age. Today, Macavity was going to promote three of them to the jobs he found most fitting. Jeza walked in calmly into her boss's den. It was quiet, as usual, and Macavity was sitting in his favorite black chair. He looked troublesomely ponderous. He drummed his claws harshly on the arm of the chair as his chin rested on his other paw. He looked up at her and glowered, "Jezabella." He greeted, "What is it now?"

The beige queen solemnly walked in, bowing her head as greeting to the ginger tom, "Three trainees are ready to be evaluated by you, sir."

Macavity rolled his eyes as he sat up. His claws had stopped drumming. "Fine then, send them in." he muttered.

Jeza bowed her head again, and then ran out the door. The three adolescents had been eagerly waiting outside of the ginger tom's den. She grinned as she examined them. Two were very brawny, and both were the darkest shade of black. She smiled at them, but then glanced at her third pupil. Although it was barely believable, he was older than the other two and was smaller. However, he was the cutest. He was a tortishell tom, black completely with burnt brown patches and auburn flecks. Not completely as good-looking as Macavity, but cute. Smiling, she called to her three pupils, "Ramloweram, Benthelo, Marcetheus, he's ready for you."

Quietly, the three eager looking toms filed in a single line. Jezabella smiled as she followed them through. As she sat down, nodding her head, the Tokinese queen found that Macavity had risen out of his chair, and looked slightly less than willing to be undergoing this procedure. He peered over the three of them, and then his face twisted in a scowl. His fury turned towards her, "Is this really the best you can do, Jeza?"-she was about to answer with a rebuttal, but Macavity quickly interrupted- "Never mind. Let me just get a good look at them." The ginger tom's eyes shifted as he studied the three young toms. The tension was strong in the room as they all looked down at the floor nervously. Jezabella held her breath as Macavity finally sat down and sighed, "You." He pointed to Ramloweram, the darker of the brawny twins, "Thief. You," he looked at the other half of the twins, Benthelo, "Assassin. And you," he stared at the medium sized Marcetheus and scowled, "You wouldn't even be fit enough to be a spy." He spat hatefully, "Guardsman."

Jezabella stared at the three toms. The twins looked fairly pleased with their positions, but Marcetheus seemed quite broken of spirit. Macavity grunted and turned towards Jezabella, "That is all. Dismissed." The three of them quickly bowed their heads and filed out in the same order.

The two twins started conversing with each other, happily bragging about their positions. They went ahead, with no thoughts of gratitude to give to Jezabella; their teacher! She scowled at them as they wandered up ahead; arrogant sons of bitches. Then the Tokinese queen bumped into Marcetheus, who looked slightly more morbid than usual. He stared at her quickly, then quickly flashed his eyes to the ground, "I'm sorry, Jezabella." He whispered.

The beige queen shook her head as her brow furrowed, "Don't apologize to me, Marceth. It's not becoming of you. Macavity is a wise tom, and he knows what's right for you. You should be happy that he didn't boot you out of the Warehouse, and believe me, he would."

The tortishell tom stayed silent, and seemed slightly ashamed, "I just can't believe I only made guardsman…"

Jezabella shook her head and rolled her eyes, "Look, your boss looks strictly at brawn, and unfortunately your peers happen to be quite heavily set. But what he missed was that you are much smarter and politer than Ramlowe or Benthe. And besides, this isn't the end of training, just because he's assigned you a job in the Warehouse. If you prove yourself, he's sure to promote you. So don't look so down for now. You should be grateful my teachings have gotten you this far. In fact, if your parents weren't henchcats, he probably would have killed you in there. But he didn't, so he must have seen some sort of quality that would be useful to him."

Marceth nodded sadly, and looked up at his teacher, "Thank you, Jezabella." He said. The Tokinese female smiled at him as she slung her arm around his shoulder.

"Don't worry Marceth," she assured casually, "This position might do you some good. And at the right point, your time will come…"

^~*~^