The InfiltratorBy MorpheusI slowly walked down the corridor with my boots making a nice click withevery step, announcing my presence before anyone saw...me. The fact thatI wore taps helped. Those were the metal clickers that drillinstructors frequently wore on the heels of their boots to help create amore crisp and distinct image. I wasn't a drill instructor, but adisciplined and controlled image was every bit as important for my job.When I stopped at the heavy metal door that was my. My name isknown in this land as Alec, the bloody hero. So isn'tdifficult to arrange a meeting with the king. In the castlethe things are worse, I can feel their sadness. Theyescorted me to a big room with a big table.The castle is really beautiful all golden with huge shininghalls, its fame is true, the mighty golden castle, I knowmany castles but this one is really amazing, and they havea history, their army, headed by the king himself, defeatedKangor, the black king, when he was beginning to. “Let’s go out back,” she said. “It’s not too cold.” “Sure.” Alright, he thought. Good. Nature girl.They put sweaters on and went through the french doors to the large rear deck. The yard backed up to the woods, peaceful and private. They sat together on a wicker sofa facing the pines. It was dark but the night was starlit and they could clearly see the treeline across the yard.“This is so peaceful,” she said. She un-scrunchied her long hair and let it hang free.“It is,” Brad said, and exhaled. ‘He’s a college grad isn’t he sis? You don’t teamwith dummies.’ ‘I probably can run faster, swim faster and climb faster that you John but that doesn’t necessarily mean I’m a better person,’ McLeod said thoughtfully. ‘Could you just try to like me for how you find me without physicality or brain-power being involved?’ ‘I guess so.’ ‘Ohmigod, is that my John being reasonable,’ Michelle laughed, hauling out steaks from one of the cartons while Desiree, smiling cutely at McLeod, lifted tomatoes.