I am recording your response to our log and will file an official complaint.”“Transmit your authorization codes and verification data. I never hea...d of a Midshipman commanding a Destroyer.”I nodded to Elfi and she pushed our new Order chip in the transmit reader and I keyed my Command codes.The channel was still open and we heard the voice on the other end say. “Only that crazy Captain Harris could have thought of that. There is a Midshipman out there in command of a Destroyer. The codes and. He told Grenville he had infiltrated the school for the explicit purpose of killing the students, starting with Grenville. He went into a combat pose and Grenville instinctively responded with the counter move. The assassin’s hands shot forward and caught his shoulders and pulled him forward. His knee caught Grenville in the stomach then he threw the boy to the floor. The follow up stomp just grazed Grenville’s neck as the boy rolled away terrified. This wasn’t like any practice drill. This man. It lay suspiciously still, as if to mock the cat. The object would have her believe that it had never moved, but she knew otherwise. It was time to take matters into her own paws. Standing, the cat walked slowly closer to the object. In the other corner, the human shut the large white thing, a puft of air pushing through the room and ruffling the cats fur ever so slightly. The yellow object seemed to object to the wind and moved, ever so slightly. It had tried to conceal its efforts to escape. Promise I will." I've heard your promises before, I think we're a bit too late for that. Let's go." The hand on her neck relaxed only long enough to grab a fistful of her dirty blonde hair, and Dylan dragged her out of the kitchen and into the living room. Shoving her onto the couch, bent over, he pinned her down, keeping a hand on her hair while handing her the phone with the other. Dialing, Dylan hit speaker so as not to miss anything. "Hu... hullo," came Dave's sleepy voice on the other.