White Noon

Would she lose her name? That was her greatest fear. She had chosen this name so carefully. It was not rare, but not that common either. One in 10000. The best odds. The naming ceremony had been one of those rare instances when her parents had been proud of her. No. If she knew Saark, her name is the one thing that would remain. He was the chameleon. Her career? Now that was another matter. She would probably never get an assignment again.

Saark came in like the wind. She could sense that he was there. There was a lot of stirring and Resse looked confused. Probably from the buzzing in his earpiece. He stepped out with a terse "Don't move." to her. Like she would, even if she could. Saark was here. The only thing now was to act according to his plan. Move as he did.

Saark flew into the interrogation sector. His face was a purple rage. With his alabaster skin and balding head, the effect was grotesque and striking. He gasped when he saw her. "Your Excellency!" She was shocked. Did he know? Saark mentally chuckled. He turned to Resse following in his wake, even more confused than before. "How dare you!! You shackle Yilmat the I? Hmph. How dare.." Masterful as always. The loss of words was sheer genius. She smiled to herself. He did not suspect. She knew the game now. "Rasool please. It is not his fault." "But your excellency!!" "He SHOULD know better." "I will have your lapels for this." "Unshackle his excellency this instant." Resse knew he should wait for orders. But this Rasool was here. He had come into the Patrol Unit. Well, they couldn't leave as they pleased. He can release the lad for now. Finally. She could stand up. She made sure Saark did not see her relief. But her buttocks did tremble. Saark missed nothing. "Your Haven, your excellency." He then handed her a Pesh-kabz dagger. Resse couldn't believe his eyes. A named dagger! With an Ivory hilt!  He had to get these people out before anyone saw them. He would never talk about this ever again.

As she saw him rub out the white out of his skin, and bring forward his hair to cover the razored bald patch, she could only marvel at his repertoire. A dagger! What an elegant, simple solution. No wonder he had lasted six whole years with the Carter Branch. Saark, was thinking along the same lines. Six years. No memory swipes, no blood. This time. Well a job well done for now. But the chameleon couldn't last much longer. He looked at his watch, it was about 12. He looked up and saw the white sun piercing the cloudless sky, like a dagger into the heart of the earth. High noon was approaching.