A/N: Plot development!

(Nothing else to say)

Mel had been with the Strikers for three weeks now, and had completed every mission she had been given flawlessly. Many people were already going on about how they hoped she would in their team, but she just smiled and continued to seduce all the men.

They had just completed another mission when they heard the clattering of armour. The group immediately began to move off, glancing back as the knights rounded the corner to where they had been seconds before, then stared.

"It's the Commandant!" hissed someone near the back, and everyone else stopped, turning. They went back slightly, gazing at Flynn who was inspecting the body.

'Goddammit Flynn...you couldn't have waited a few more weeks!?' Mel thought irritatedly, then watched as the archer of the group raised his bow, carefully aiming. She bit her lip, trying to think of a way she could stop him before he hit Flynn.

Suddenly she blinked before silently sighing. She shuffled a little closer to the archer, gazing down at Flynn and leaning forward slightly so that her cleavage was clearly on show. The archer glanced at her then went red, his grip on the bow loosening. The arrow went flying out, clattering against the cobblestones next to Flynn and causing the blonde to turn in surprise.

The other knights quickly placed themselves infront of him, looking around for the attackers.

"C'mon, we've got to get out of here!" snapped the leader of the group, rushing away. The rest of the group berated the archer for not hitting Flynn, and Mel was pretty sure he was going to lose his position in the Guild soon.

Well, she didn't particularly care. Flynn was alive, and only an idiot would come out more than once when they were obviously a target.

Mel sighed. She'd been having to stop people from killing Flynn all week in sneaky ways because the bull-headed, stubborn idiot wouldn't stay up at the castle where it was safe.

As she passed a door, she blinked as she heard voices.

"...and tomorrow we'll get him while he's down, got it?"

"But, hey, Tryston...is it really a good idea to kill Leader?"

"Look, he's not cut out to be leader. We need a better guy, right? And the only way we're getting it is if we get rid of the old guy. Kinda like what we're doing to the Commandant."

"Yeah, but it'll be easy for you! You're one of Leader's main commanders!"

"Hah, as if I care. Just stick to the plan and we'll be fine, okay?"

"Right.."

Mel frowned, then suddenly an idea came to her. She was already getting pretty favoured by Rothum...Handing over this little tidbit would certainly gain his trust.

She headed downstairs, knocking on Rothum's door.

"Enter."

She walked in, closing the door behind her and waiting until he acknowledged her. Finally he lowered his pen, looking up at her.

"Ah, Melantha. What brings you here?"

"I've heard some interesting news, Leader," she purred, sitting on the desk and leaning over him.

"And what would that be?" asked Rothum, already used to her antics of seduction.

"Some little boys in the group are thinking they should do to you what we're doing to Idiot Commandant," she replied, smirking as he frowned.

"..And do you have any proof or idea who these people are?"

"I heard them talking a few minutes ago, upstairs in Trevor's bedroom...and I know Trystan is definately in on it," she murmured sweetly.

"I see..."

"What do you want me to do about them?"

Rothum looked up at her, gazing at her shining purple eyes. Finally he nodded. "Dispatch of them."

Mel headed back upstairs, swinging her sword casually in her hands. She paused, making sure they were still inside, then nodded as she heard they were and knocked on the door.

Trevor opened the door, frowning as he caught sight of her. "Mel? What do you want?" he asked a little rudely.

Mel smiled, tilting her head. "Leader has decided you should be punished for thinking of overthrowing him. And I'm going to punish you," she replied, before stabbing him. He collapsed soundlessly and she leapt into the room, attacking the others. A few managed to draw their weapons and attack her, but she easily avoided their blows and soon defeated them all.

She lowered her sword, gazing around at the dead bodies and blood coating the room. Finally she shrugged, heading out and kicking Trevor back in before closing the door and going back to Rathum's room, ignoring the surprised glances of people as they saw her blood-coated sword.

"They're taken care of, Leader," Mel purred as she entered the room.

Rothum looked up from his paperwork, nodding. "Good. How many were there?"

"Eleven."

"And did you clean up afterwards?"

Mel shook her head. "I figured someone else could do that dirty work," she replied with a shrug, seating herself in another chair and crossing her legs.

Rothum nodded. "I'll get someone to deal with it later. As it is...You've been doing extremely good work for me ever since you joined, Melantha. No one else has the track record you do," he said.

Mel's heart skipped a beat, but she tried not to appear too eager. "But my group has missed a lot of opportunities to get rid of the stupid Commandant.." she pointed out.

"None of those were to do with you. It was to do with continuous stupidity by subordinates. And people who do good work get rewarded." He stood up, crossing over to her and standing above her. "Melantha, I want you to becomes my personal bodyguard and servant," he said.

Mel smiled coyly. "Do I get extra pay?" she asked cheekily.

"No, but you do get the honour of accompanying me to the ball in a few days time to assassinate the Commandant."

Mel's smile widened. "Oooh, goody! I was hoping I would be picked!" she said happily, though she was happy for very different reasons to what Rothum thought.

"The attack will commence in three days time. Make sure you're prepared," Rothum said, before turning away. Mel stood up, stretching.

"Yes sir," she replied with a wink before heading out of the room, heading out into the street to stock up on supplies.

A/N: Poor, violent Melantha.

Is it weird that I kinda like Rothum? I haven't really given him a personality though...

(And the whole 'kill the guys who might kill Rothum' thing was more that she knew they would fail than anything else. Which is why she didn't let them try. In case they tried to recruit her or found out she knew. (It's kinda a reference to Nazi Germany in a weird way, when some guy tried to blow up Hitler but failed, and then it turned out someone else knew about it but didn't tell Hitler, so they got killed as well for failing to inform him...) )

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