Kill Or Be Killed

Chapter Seven

Scale Number: 1

By the time Kalayavan finally snuck back inside and laid his head down on the thin cardboard like pillow, he was ready to get as much sleep as he could. However, he didn't even get the chance to close his heavy lids as the morning alarm screeched loudly to wake them all for the day. Cursing, he shoved the heel of his palm into his tired eyes, laying there for a minute longer before shoving off the slab with a grunt.

Taking a quick shower, he made sure to check in on his woman before leaving the room. Finding her fast asleep in bed still, her legs tangled in the blanket, her blonde hair splayed out around her head like a halo. The urge to rub one out to the sight of her was overwhelming, but he forced the hardened emotions down as he adjusted his thick shaft so it wasn't obvious in his uniform. Unplugging his security drive, he tucked it away in one of his armored vest pockets.

Every single one of his muscles was coiled with exhaustion and stress. If the Table didn't agree to give him an extension, he would have to find another way to get information without leaving the building. Or without using the main system, at least without getting caught.

He was trained in the art of computer control, just like the best of the master Neraders. But there were more of them than there were of him, which meant they would be faster.

Heading to the dinning hall, he hoped the Elders would have already come to a decision. Since he was already anxious to get back to Caterina, and possibly think about relocating her to a much safer location. Especially when she was unknowingly in the line of sight of the most dangerous people in the world.

His people.

The like of which lined every table in the massive room, most of whom didn't bother eating this early. While waiting for their brothers and sisters to stop stuffing their faces so they could get any announcements then start their day. Filled with vigorous training for those who weren't sent out on contract.

Kalayavan grabbed a single bar of protein, knowing he will need something later. But right now his stomach was tight and a little uneasy for the first time in his life. Walking over to one of the benches closest to the high table, where the off duty Sepireers were meant to sit.

Not that he usually joined them, normally opting out for a spot standing closest to the door.

He neared, one of the many underlings noticing, and as a result, grabbed the back of a cadet's uniform. With a firm jerk, he shoved him back and to his feet, "Seats taken kid." Nearly making the kid trip, which only made the others around them laugh at his expense.

When the young Sepireer jumped up, he looked like he was going to say something that would earn him a punishment. His words dying in his throat the second he noted who it was he was surrendering his seat to. Scampering away without his tray, left long forgotten since he was probably going to change his pants.

"Never gets old," Halrim laughed while mentor took a seat.

The senior of the two Sepireers lifted a brow with a huff of air, as if to say, 'that was you not too long ago'. Shoving the tray off to the side, someone else grabbed it, unbothered that it wasn't originally theirs in the first place.

Feking vultures.

He just opened the bar and forced the entirety of it down in three bites.

"I have been working on my split knife trick," Hal started telling him while twirling the homemade blade in his fingers. "If I put a fine layer of powder between the middle slates, it should make it weak enough for the second reinforced dagger to easily wedge between the first."

Rolling his eyes, Kalayavan pulled one knife from the inside of his vest, "That's just cheating," he threw the weapon at the breakfast spread, without looking away from the kid. Turning around to watch where his teacher's knife landed, his smug look told him that he'd hadn't missed. "It's all about skill," revealing a second, he threw it even harder than the first.