“Your sister?” I gasp. “What could your sister have done that you would have to kill her?”
“I don’t know,” Creel starts to tear up.
“Here, let’s go somewhere private,” I grab Creel’s hand and lead her to her room. “Okay, so do you have to kill her? Can’t you just arrest her?”
Creel hands me her assignment, sits on her bed and bursts into tears. I skim through it, and she had no choice. They wanted her sister dead.
“I, I don’t know what to say Creel. They have given us these assignments for a reason, I guess. We will figure something out, I promise.”
“Figure something out?” She scoffs. “These are direct orders! I can’t change them, but I can’t kill her either!”
I sigh. “She is a rebel. She must have done bad things.”
“You think that makes me feel any better?!”
“I’m sorry, that was wrong to say. Maybe you could ask, uh, General Prideful if you could fog wash? Then you could be on the same side!”
“I guess I have to try,” she says wiping away her tears.
“Let’s keep exploring the base, they might have a training arena,” I smirk.
“456-453,” Creel says out of breath but gleefully. I might have let her win a couple.
“Next time, I’ll pull, ahead,” I pant.
“Yeah, right,” Creel laughs. A slow clap comes from the doorway, we turn to see Major Reina Sharpgaze, her beauty is indescribable. I thibk I heard something about her being Miss Aethasia a while ago…
“Good work, I’ve never seen such skill in a such a young age,” she looks slightly impressed.
“Thank you, Major Sharpgaze,” I say.
“What are your names?” She asks.
“I’m Creel Lenslook, and this is Lilliana,” Creel pipes up.
“Good to know, if you aren’t too tired I would like to watch one more battle, but, Umbrellascope, please don’t hold back,” Sharpgaze commands.
“Hold back, wha-,” Creel stays to say but I nudge her arm.
“Let’s show her what we can do, Creel,” I smirk.
Despite being exhausted, I fight my hardest and so does Creel. Eventually I come out of top, and Creel glares at me.
“Excellent,” The Major says. “Rest up, you will be starting your assignments tomorrow.”
“Major Sharpgaze?” Creel asks. “May I speak to you about my assignment?”
The woman nods and motions Creel to follow her. I decide to retire to my room for the night.
I watch Creel walk into the cafeteria the next morning, she looked like she had barely slept the night before. She grabs an apple and sits across from me.
“What’s wrong?” I sigh.
“I have to kill her. Sharpgaze said they assigned her to me for a reason. That I have to show my loyalty to the empire,” she states glumly at the apple.
“Well, I’m sorry Creel, but-“
“But what?! You can’t fix this! Don’t try to fix this!” Creel gets up and storms off. I sigh again and pick at my food.
“Umbrellascope?” I look up to see General Prideful.
“General,” I say standing up. “Yes, Lilliana Umbrellascope.”
“Here’s extra information on your assignment. Get it done quickly, I have high expectations for you,” He stands confidentiality. Seems to live up to his name…
“Yes sir, I won’t let you down,” I say with respect. The general turns and moves onto another trainee. I stuff the remaining price of toast into my mouth and get my things together to start my hunt.
I had visited the Armory this morning, I picked out two pistols and throwing knives. I’ve practiced a little bit with the knives at the Academy, I was decent. Guess I would find out today. My extra information revealed that my target would disable a lot of the shots in the town square, so I go there and stake out.
I may or may not have dozed off, but there was my signal. I see Jumpsong destroying autos with an oversized hammer. I sneak up closer, drawing my pistols.
“Freeze!” I yell. “You are under arrest by order of Emperor Lucky!”
He slowly raises his hands and turns around.
“Well, hello there,” he smirks. “Aren’t you a little young to be an Imperial?”
“No, you are under arrest,” I glare. I walk behind him, grabbing my cuffs. He uses this time to grab my arm and kick me to the ground.
“You need to focus more,” he laughs. He starts to run off, “Catch ya later!”
I scramble for one of my throwing knives.
My knife lands in a wood panel rather than the rebel’s back.
“I’ll get you soon,” I grumble, stomping towards my knife.