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Keladry Mindelan, spy for the Tortallian Government, walked up the stairs of the Government Station. She was going to see her superior, Commander Wyldon Cavall, for a new mission. She sighed, then knocked on his door.
"Come in, Mindelan," a voice said from inside. "The door is unlocked." Keladry, called Kel by her friends, made a face. How did he know her so well? Sighing once more, she opened the door.
"You requested my presence, sir?" she asked. Wyldon nodded, then motioned for her to sit.
"I want you to go on a mission to figure out what Maggot is planning." He said, naming the Tortallian nickname for Scanra's president. "He's been quiet lately, too quiet for a war. My instinct tells me that he's planning something. Therefore, I need you to sneak into Scanra, and figure out a way to see what he's planning. Its something devious, I know that." He took a deep breath. "This is a very dangerous mission, so I'm sending you a partner, one who has the same skill level as you." Kel cocked her head. "Joren Stonemountain." He answered to her silent question. Kel nodded, though he could see her pause before. Kel and Joren despised each other, and that was an understatement. "I know you two don't get along, but he's the most experienced, and I you two are the best there is. Please don't turn me down." He pleaded. Kel's eyebrows shot up. Wyldon never asked if you wanted the mission or not, let alone pleaded that you take it. 'this must really be important,' Kel thought. She waited a while before she spoke, pondering the mission.
"How long do we have to be stationed in Scanra?" she asked.
"As long as you need, and you get unlimited supplies."
"Ok, then. I'll do it sir." Wyldon smiled, and stood up to shake her hand.
"Thank you, Mindelan. We appriciate it. If you disagreed, then Joren would have had to go off on his own." Kel nodded. So he had spoken to Joren first. She gave a silent snort. She doubted that went well. Instead she smiled back.
"My pleasure. When do we leave?"
"I was hoping within the next few days. That leaves you time to pack and say good bye to all of your friends. Good luck, Mindelan, and Gods bless." With that, he escourted her out of the room. Kel stood in the hallway for a moment or two longer, pondering how she got into this mess. Shaking her head, she walked to the cafiteria.
"Hey Kel! Come 'er!" a friendly voice called out as soon as she entered. Kel looked to see a tall, lanky youth who looked to be about 25 walking up to her. He had short hair, combed back by the willow's peak. His emrald eyes were warm as her swept her up into a hug. Kel laughed. She hadn't seen her best friend, Nealan Queenscove, usually called Neal when he wasn't getting into trouble, for almost 6 months. "so when did you get back?" he asked, letting her go.
"Last night. Guess what? I already got another mission, and so I'm gonna leave soon."
"Lucky! I've been stationed here for about 2 months, doing nothing but being bored out of my mind!" he said, sighing in envy dramatically.
"As if you have a mind to be bored out of," a voice said behind him. Kel turned to see Neal's cousin, handsome Domiton Masbolle. His striking cyan eyes showed warmth as he gave her a hug of his own. At 29, Dom was about 4 inches taller than her, with dark brown hair and a handsome face. The only thing that he and his cousin had in common was their noses, which looked remarkably alike.
"Hey Dom," Kel said when he let her go. "Good to see you. When did you and the Own get back?" The Own was the nickname for the Tortallian Army. Due to the war with Scanra, they had to be stationed up at the border.
"About 4 days ago." Kel smiled. "So whats this I so 'happened to overhear'..."
"You evesdropped." Kel interrupted. Dom grinned.
"Yes, but evesdropping sounds much nastier. Anyways, as I was saying before I got so rudely interrupted..."Neal snorted. Dom gave his cousin a look that could peel paint before continuing. "I 'happened to overhear' that you got an assignment in Scanra, with a partner whom we aren't usually fond of." Kel rolled her eyes.
"Isn't that an understatement." She drawled. Neal looked at her.
"Well?! Who is it?" he demanded.
"Me." A voice sneered behind them. Kel turned her head to see achingly beautiful, yet cold, Joren Stonemountain. "Hello, Mindelan, Masbolle, Queenscove." he said icely, giving a curt nod to each before turning his attention to Kel. "I hear that you got lucky and was stationed with me in Scanra." Kel stiffened. Joren was one of the best spys around, and he knew it. Therefore, he was as cocky as ever.
"Yes, but I don't think that it was lucky. In fact, I think that this is a punishment for all those 'wonderful' years we spent together, fighting." Joren smirked.
"yes, but I won most of them," he said. "you had to get your wimpy friends to help you out." Neal flew at Joren with a snarl. Kel and Dom grabbed him just in time before he reached Joren.
"If you injure him, then I go to Scanra on my own, which means that I'm more likely to die. Controll yourself, Neal! I can handle it." She whispered fiercly in his ear. It took a while, but finally Neal calmed down enough for Kel to let go."
"Be ready by tomorrow. We're leaving before sunrise." He instructed, before turning and making his way arrogantly towards his rooms. Kel sighed and turned around.
"I don't know how in Mithros' name you're going to survive." Neal said, watching as Joren walked out.
"Me neither, but wondering won't do me any good. Now come on! Lets go eat some food!"
A/N: ok, tell me how you like it! Btw, this is going to be a Kel/Joren, in case you havn't noticed. Review to tell me what you think, and my other fic, "if I ain't got you", isn't done yet! I just need some time away from it. Ok, R and R! oceanspike
Keladry Mindelan, spy for the Tortallian Government, walked up the stairs of the Government Station. She was going to see her superior, Commander Wyldon Cavall, for a new mission. She sighed, then knocked on his door.
"Come in, Mindelan," a voice said from inside. "The door is unlocked." Keladry, called Kel by her friends, made a face. How did he know her so well? Sighing once more, she opened the door.
"You requested my presence, sir?" she asked. Wyldon nodded, then motioned for her to sit.
"I want you to go on a mission to figure out what Maggot is planning." He said, naming the Tortallian nickname for Scanra's president. "He's been quiet lately, too quiet for a war. My instinct tells me that he's planning something. Therefore, I need you to sneak into Scanra, and figure out a way to see what he's planning. Its something devious, I know that." He took a deep breath. "This is a very dangerous mission, so I'm sending you a partner, one who has the same skill level as you." Kel cocked her head. "Joren Stonemountain." He answered to her silent question. Kel nodded, though he could see her pause before. Kel and Joren despised each other, and that was an understatement. "I know you two don't get along, but he's the most experienced, and I you two are the best there is. Please don't turn me down." He pleaded. Kel's eyebrows shot up. Wyldon never asked if you wanted the mission or not, let alone pleaded that you take it. 'this must really be important,' Kel thought. She waited a while before she spoke, pondering the mission.
"How long do we have to be stationed in Scanra?" she asked.
"As long as you need, and you get unlimited supplies."
"Ok, then. I'll do it sir." Wyldon smiled, and stood up to shake her hand.
"Thank you, Mindelan. We appriciate it. If you disagreed, then Joren would have had to go off on his own." Kel nodded. So he had spoken to Joren first. She gave a silent snort. She doubted that went well. Instead she smiled back.
"My pleasure. When do we leave?"
"I was hoping within the next few days. That leaves you time to pack and say good bye to all of your friends. Good luck, Mindelan, and Gods bless." With that, he escourted her out of the room. Kel stood in the hallway for a moment or two longer, pondering how she got into this mess. Shaking her head, she walked to the cafiteria.
"Hey Kel! Come 'er!" a friendly voice called out as soon as she entered. Kel looked to see a tall, lanky youth who looked to be about 25 walking up to her. He had short hair, combed back by the willow's peak. His emrald eyes were warm as her swept her up into a hug. Kel laughed. She hadn't seen her best friend, Nealan Queenscove, usually called Neal when he wasn't getting into trouble, for almost 6 months. "so when did you get back?" he asked, letting her go.
"Last night. Guess what? I already got another mission, and so I'm gonna leave soon."
"Lucky! I've been stationed here for about 2 months, doing nothing but being bored out of my mind!" he said, sighing in envy dramatically.
"As if you have a mind to be bored out of," a voice said behind him. Kel turned to see Neal's cousin, handsome Domiton Masbolle. His striking cyan eyes showed warmth as he gave her a hug of his own. At 29, Dom was about 4 inches taller than her, with dark brown hair and a handsome face. The only thing that he and his cousin had in common was their noses, which looked remarkably alike.
"Hey Dom," Kel said when he let her go. "Good to see you. When did you and the Own get back?" The Own was the nickname for the Tortallian Army. Due to the war with Scanra, they had to be stationed up at the border.
"About 4 days ago." Kel smiled. "So whats this I so 'happened to overhear'..."
"You evesdropped." Kel interrupted. Dom grinned.
"Yes, but evesdropping sounds much nastier. Anyways, as I was saying before I got so rudely interrupted..."Neal snorted. Dom gave his cousin a look that could peel paint before continuing. "I 'happened to overhear' that you got an assignment in Scanra, with a partner whom we aren't usually fond of." Kel rolled her eyes.
"Isn't that an understatement." She drawled. Neal looked at her.
"Well?! Who is it?" he demanded.
"Me." A voice sneered behind them. Kel turned her head to see achingly beautiful, yet cold, Joren Stonemountain. "Hello, Mindelan, Masbolle, Queenscove." he said icely, giving a curt nod to each before turning his attention to Kel. "I hear that you got lucky and was stationed with me in Scanra." Kel stiffened. Joren was one of the best spys around, and he knew it. Therefore, he was as cocky as ever.
"Yes, but I don't think that it was lucky. In fact, I think that this is a punishment for all those 'wonderful' years we spent together, fighting." Joren smirked.
"yes, but I won most of them," he said. "you had to get your wimpy friends to help you out." Neal flew at Joren with a snarl. Kel and Dom grabbed him just in time before he reached Joren.
"If you injure him, then I go to Scanra on my own, which means that I'm more likely to die. Controll yourself, Neal! I can handle it." She whispered fiercly in his ear. It took a while, but finally Neal calmed down enough for Kel to let go."
"Be ready by tomorrow. We're leaving before sunrise." He instructed, before turning and making his way arrogantly towards his rooms. Kel sighed and turned around.
"I don't know how in Mithros' name you're going to survive." Neal said, watching as Joren walked out.
"Me neither, but wondering won't do me any good. Now come on! Lets go eat some food!"
A/N: ok, tell me how you like it! Btw, this is going to be a Kel/Joren, in case you havn't noticed. Review to tell me what you think, and my other fic, "if I ain't got you", isn't done yet! I just need some time away from it. Ok, R and R! oceanspike