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AN: This is a preview for chapter 4 of my Kamen Rider Malik fic on my other profile, KR-01. Enjoy!

"To King Henry of Seville,

I have safely arrived at my destination. I am not sure how long I plan to stay here. It may be days, maybe even months until I return, so do not expect me to back so soon. I will try to send another message to inform you of my situation. Until then, please be patient. Thank you.

From,

Commander Sal of the Tariqun Army"

'It'll have to do,' Sal thought to himself as he finished reading the message he wrote.

The young man, who could become Malik, was in one of the bedroom of Neo-Cordoba's palace that served as he temporary quarters. The bedroom was large, much like the other ones in the palace with a stained, glass window on one side while on the other was a brown desk that was accompanied by a black chair. The large bed at the end of the room had a large, green mattress with lavender sheets, white pillows and a black canopy that was supported by four black pillars that were on the corners of the bed. Hanging from the canopy were green curtains that were almost see-through. Sal, who wore a simple black robe over his green shirt and pants, sat the desk in his room, inspecting the letter he wrote on paper with a quill that was placed in an ink cup on the side. On the other side of the desk was a small, box-shaped machine with a slot on the top that could transfer the letter to its destination, given if the destination had another machine capable of receiving it.

Sal folded the letter he wrote before placing it over the slot on the box-shaped device placed on his desk, a bright light erupted from the slot to scan the letter. The letter that Sal wrote, soon, broken apart into small bits of data that was transferred into the device, sending it to the King of Seville. "I hope he gets it," Sal muttered to himself as he stood up from his desk.

With that, Sal left his room and found himself in the large hallways that made up most of the inside of the palace before he headed toward his new destination, the throne room. The alter ego of Malik trekked through the halls eventually lead to a set of stair that entered the center courtyard of the palace.

Like the floors of the palace, the courtyard had white marble tiles, most of them with cracks from the passage of time, covering the ground, but there were some areas where gardens grew. In the center of the courtyard was a broken, while fountain that still sprout water from the tip and fell onto its base. If anyone walked through the courtyard, they would be amazed, but Sal did not even pay attention to it as he continued walking, entering through another hall that tunneled its way through the palace and towards the throne room.

When entering the throne room, Sal saw his older brother in the center, looking at a cylindrical console that had a holographic screen that depicted the layout of the city. Within the layout of the palace were two blue dots, obviously Sal and Adan, while at the outer rings of the city, there were a gathering of red dots, which most likely represented Aaron and his group of mercenaries. Sal's footsteps came to a halt as he stared at the holographic screen.

"So this is how you've been keeping track of them," he observed loudly, gaining Adan's attention. Looking at his older brother, Sal asked, "Since when has this been here?"

"I discovered it before Aaron and I found the King Core," was Adan's response as he turned his attention back to the holographic map. "I thought it would be useful, considering I was fighting Aaron on my own."

Sal found the response to be satisfactory as he walked up to his older brother's side to inspect the holographic image of the city. "Anything on Aaron's movements?"

"Nothing yet," Adan replied, his eyes never leaving the map. "It seems like they've been focused more in the outer areas of the city."

"Have they tried attacking the palace?"

Adan simply shook his head. "Not with the force field up?"

The words "force field" made Sal look at his older brother with surprise and astonishment on his face, but it was soon gone as he realized how Adan figured it out. "Let me guess: another thing you found along with this?" Sal said as he gestured towards the holographic map.

"Correct," Adan told his younger brother. "I've had it on for a while now. I only turn it off when I'm out of the palace."

Nodding at that, Sal turned his attention away from his older bother to the holographic screen that was before the two. He stared at the red dots that represented Aaron and his mercenaries, and suddenly, a question popped into Sal's head when looked at a small bit of the map. "How many of Aaron's forces are here?" he asked as he pointed towards it.

Looking up, Adan saw where his younger brother was pointing to before he answered, "Only five of them. Why do you ask?"

"Because we take this chance to attack them," was Sal's reply.

Adan was little surprised at that answer as he looked at his Sal. "What?"

Looking at his older brother, Sal stated, "Well, since we know where they are, we have the element of surprise. I can just go there and take out the mercenaries without them knowing."

The alter ego of Scimitar stared at Sal with a little surprise, asking, "Since when did you learn to become a tactician?"

"When serving in the Tariqun army, you learn a few things," was Sal's response before looking at Adan. "So?"

Adan stared into space, considering Sal's plan until he looked at him and said, "Very well. Head out to the outer ring, but you won't be going outer there blind. I'll be guiding you from here, while you take out those mercenaries."

Nodding, Sal turned around to leave the throne room, while Adan saw the familiar glow of Sal's King Core erupting from his buckle to engulf his body. Adan only saw Malik's black-armored form leap into the air, the walls of the throne room covering his leave. Adan turned his head back towards the holographic map in front of him, hoping that Sal would not do anything stupid.

A/N: And that's it! Please leave your comments in the reviews, and if you have any criticism, please let it be constructive! Now, this story is NOT up for adoption. Thank you.

Raika out!