The guy they call death

Getting the show on the road

Oh one thing though, later on in this one there's a tricky name it's pronounced Or- rell- lee-us. But spelt Aurelius like the word 'aura' with 'elius' tacked on. Ok? Thanks! Now,

ENJOY! ! !

A guard bracing himself and explaining some things.

Rida was to be one of the guards at the party. And as he'd been told over and over again ever since he'd decided to go for this easy job, he was to blend in. As in, all ten 'special' guards being just under eighteen sort of blending, as in -if a girl at the party asks you to dance with her you dance your little damn ass off- kind of blending, as in pretending to be one of the party-goers and not looking self-conscious type of blending.

That type of blending.

The corporate fashionoids and their matching guests were to feel totally and completely at ease. Nothing could go wrong, although the hotel was now five years old it was still relatively new and was only now starting to get a real name for itself, this was one of their biggest customers yet and all the stops had been pulled out. The overly-huge ballroom with the domed mother of pearl ceiling, the arched doorways, the too-shiny polished floors, the beautifully tempting food that had been prepared, filling up the two brand new marble tables- each two and a half metres long, pressed in to the walls at the very end of the ballroom.

If they were going to go that far for the food, hiring the very best chefs galaxy wide that they could get their hands on just to help their own extremely overpaid head chef and his crew, it only made sense that they'd do the same for security.

But the thing was, they couldn't, they could hire as many professional guards as they liked –they had the money to burn- but wouldn't it be offsetting? Alarming even, to have guards situated at every gap of the room watching them all, like hawks?

The 'customers' had made it irrefutably clear that although the focus of the party media-wise was to build relations and celebrate their brand new line

-designed, advertised and made through their combined efforts, it would be expanding galaxy wide-and to celebrate the new conglomerate duo 'Modern look' and 'Beauty extreme's' first exploit together.

Another major reason was to relieve tensions and improve relations between the two companies' well paid workers. They wanted this 'alliance' to work but that wouldn't happen without the workers being relaxed and respectful to one another on both sides. They wanted a relaxed and enjoyable evening full of mingling and an understandably gratifying boost of morale.

There was no way it would work with the security like that, no it was better, the head of security and the hotel manager concluded, if there were just a few guards mixed in with the crowd, all highly trained and for clandestine sake only around eighteen years old. The regular security team would be just outside and at the monitors, providing a relaxed and safe environment for the party. The hotel manager was sure it would work, the guests attending the party had been checked up on and those that did have sons under the age of eighteen weren't planning on bringing them along, it was almost too perfect.

This way the hidden guards could calm any issues down covertly –if necessary- and help the guests enjoy their festivity in peace.

It was because of all this that Rida had been given the job, a lucky break for him, he figured, great pay and easy as all hell. He'd been surprised at the uniforms though, the head of hotel Poiga's security explained it to him, the outfits were nice enough that they'd fit in but at the same time warded off chances of them being interfered with – like being asked to dance by daughters of the guests for example. It all been explained to him so many times he'd grown bored of it, Rida sighed out loud standing just outside the ballroom's huge arched double doors no matter the reason, why the hell do I have to wear this belt?