Eleven

Rarely did my men feel the need to approach the moving vehicle I was in. Usually, they would wait until I had both of my feet on the ground and was paying attention to them. They didn't dare talk any more than necessary or approach me with minor issues, but when your head of security and my right hand both stood and came to meet me, a dreadful feeling overcame me.

Aside from a minor issue in the past, our world seemed to be fine. On any other day, a question or an unexpected encounter between species might have occurred, but it would have been dealt with. My excursions were purely political in nature; they were done to maintain face and demonstrate that things were under control to the other warmbloods who were aware of us. maintaining order among the rare hot-blooded parties and attacks on civilian targets

These were calm times; in fact, they were so calm that the brunette intruder had even been amusing. I still don't know what it was, but something in my gut told me not to believe