A/N: Last chapter I had accidentally called Atash Kasai at one point. Sorry if I confused any of you with that. :P

And thank you, Riverstyxx for pointing out that little derp up.

Lila creeped through the darkened hallways of the dragon temple. Every creek made her flinch. No one, but The Guardians were allowed out of their chambers after after nine. But she told herself, I have a good reason to be out. For infact she did; a few weeks before she had overheard Kaze, the Wind Guardian, mention an attack on one of Warfang's airships, but she hadn't been able to squeeze any more information out of him. Atash told her he probably didn't know any thing else about it, but Lila wasn't so sure. She was bent on learning what The Guardians were so determined to hide from her.

And she knew just how to find it.

Each of The Guardians had a place hidden in the temple where they stored important documents. A few years prior, Lila had found Kaze's secret stash. Since then, if she felt The Guardians were hiding something from her she would simply take a peek at the confidential documents. Lila knew if she were ever caught she would be in more trouble than she'd ever been in before, but this didn't discourage the purple dragon at all.

It didn't take Lila long to find her way to Kaze's classroom. She quietly opened the door and crept into the room. Once inside, she made her way past tables of beakers and other scientific tools that the students would use in Kaze's mostly dull science classes. They were only mostly dull because the purple dragoness had found that otherwise boring science classes could be made more entertaining when flammable chemicals were involved. She and Atash had on multiple occasions caused massive explosions. Lila shook her head, to clear it of the thoughts; she needed to get back to work.

She strode to the back of the room. On the back wall she found a loose brick. In a moment she had silently pulled the brick to the floor. She reached her right forepaw into the hole that had been created and felt around for the papers hidden inside. A moment later a small grin leapt to her maw as a piece of paper rubbed against the back of her paw.

Lila fished it out and looked over the document. It wasn't much, just a paragraph long. It read;

It is with great regret I write to you today, Mr Kaze. As I'm sure you are aware, the Fire-Claw organization's protests have increased greatly in size these last few weeks, but none of us could have imagined that they would ever become more than just a nuisance. We were wrong. Yesterday at three o'clock P.M. the airship Oblivion fell under attack by a small strike force. There were no survivors. We believe the attack was organised by Fire-Claw. This is all we know at the time, I will write you again when more information has been uncovered.

- CEO Rida

"Wow..." Lila muttered to herself after scanning the letter, "This must be big, if the CEO's involved."

The purple dragon read the letter a few times, committing it to memory, then quietly put it back and replaced the brick. When she was sure no one would ever know it had been moved she started back towards the door.

The purple dragoness had made it about halfway across the room, when the door suddenly swung open. She cursed under her breath and ducked under a nearby table, grabbing a pawful of beakers holding explosive chemicals as she did so. She knew she was likely to be caught now and she wasn't going to let her true intentions be known if she was.

Kaze walked slowly into the chamber, his white scales standing out in the dark room. With a yawn he walked over to his desk at the front of the room and sat down, muttering something about obnoxious late night wake up calls. He fumbled around in the dark, trying to find something in his desk. A moment later Lila heard the noise of a match striking wood and a warm glow enveloped the white dragon's desk. After lighting a candle, Kaze let the extinguished matchstick fall to the floor.

As the older dragon produced a pen and paper from under his desk, Lila creeped quietly towards the door, careful to make as little noise as possible. But clearly her best wasn't enough. As she made her way to the door her tail bumped the leg of a table and her tail spike dug itself into the soft wood. She tried to slowly pull it out, but it had stuck in too deep. She pulled a little harder, but her tail still didn't budge. In annoyance she yanked as hard as she could, causing the table to flip over on top of the purple dragoness.

The Wind Guardian yelped loudly in surprise as the table crashed into the ground. Lila cursed loudly, leaped up from the mess that she had created and bolted towards the door. Kaze, moving quickly reached the door before the purple dragon, blocking her escape. "What in the names of the Ancestors are you doing up at this time of night!?" He shouted, "And what are you doing in my classroom?"

Lila, held out her paw, revealing the beakers of explosive chemicals, she had grabbed, "I came into to grab these," She lied, the purple dragon had always been a good liar, " Thought Atash, Suishou and I could have some fun blowing them up tomorrow."

The old dragon sighed and shook his head, "You three..."

Lila grinned sheepishly.

"Hand them here, Lila." The Wind Guardian demanded. Lila complied. "Now return to your room, I'm too busy to deal with you right now." And with that he truned back to his desk.

Lila returned to her chambers, grinning ear to ear, not only had she gotten the information she wanted, but she had been caught and managed to worm her way out of punishment. That was good, even for her. She couldn't wait to tell her friends about this little adventure. In her excitement she had almost forgotten about the letter, but after a moment the message from CEO Rida came back to her and she realised how dire the situation must be if the CEO is getting involved.

The CEO is in charge of Warfang's government. Warfang had at one point been just a city state under the rule of a king, but after its expansion into a kingdom, a corporation called Vendit became so powerful they absorbed the government. Since then Warfang's head of government had been called the CEO.

Lila knew things were serious if the CEO was getting involved. But it's just one ship, she thought, and it might not have even been Fire-Claw behind it. Why then had the CEO been so bothered that he had informed The Guardians. And why Kaze of all people? The letter had been clearly made out to The Wind Guardian. Kopaka was the leader of The Guardians, why not send the letter to him?

These thoughts swirled around in the purple dragoness' head until sleep found her.

The cat who had lead the attack on the airship a few days prior, sat in the back of a dimly bar, his black fur making him appear almost invisible in the low light. All around him dogs, cats, bears and all manner of other non-dragon creatures sipped their drinks, oblivious to the fact that one of the most deadly mercenary's on the planet sat among them. Though even if they did know he was there they needn't worry, for the feline was lost in thought. Something was troubling him.

When he lead the attack on the airship Oblivion the entire crew consisted of dragons, not all that uncommon, what bothered him was the captain. A dog. Dragon's were willingly taking orders from a species they considered to be less noble than themselves. It was hard enough to find but one dragon who would be willing to do that, much less an entire airship crew of them. And how had a non-dragon even reached the rank of Captain? Until recently they weren't even allowed into the armed forces.

He puzzled over this for a while, but he was pulled out of his thoughts when a large canine sat down across from him. "You're Plomistis I assume."

"You assume correctly."

"I've heard all about you, some say you're the best mercenary out there."

"I do what I'm payed to do. Nothing more. Nothing less."

The dog grinned, "That's good, the less complications the better."

"Stop wasting my time," Plomistis said bluntly, "Do you have a job for me or not?"

"Oh, I've got a job for you." the dog's grin grew larger, "There's a dragon I want dead."

"I'll need a bit more information than that. 'A dragon' is a bit too general for my taste."

The dog leaned closer to the mercenary, "I want you to kill the purple dragon."

The cat raised an eyebrow, this was a quite unusual request, "And what does the pay look like?"

"Five million."

A small smile found it's way onto the cat's face that would be enough to set him for the rest of his life, "I'm listening."