In the lower bunk bed he had slept in that night, Travone was woken by the hurried shuffling of feet and a deep voice yelling commands. Travone lifted his head and looked around; from the looks of it, he was not the only one who had been rudely awakened by the inconsiderate voice. Still, the voice came louder and louder as his sleep was washed away.

Wake up, you fucks. I said wake up, or I will pull you out of the blankets.

What's going Travone looked up, and to the right was an overweight miner about the same age as him who was pulling his boots in a stormy rush. He stamped his foot down, forcing the shoe to expand over his feet.

What?

I said, what's going on.

I don't know, but I think the foreman came in about a minute ago with some seeker; he pulled up his mining suit and zipped it up. Hurry up. The foreman tried to wake up, but I think the other guy was tired of waiting.

Travone placed his feet down, pulled his shoes out under his pillow, grabbed his miner jacket off the rack and ran following behind the quickly assembling crowd as he forced his shoes on with a limp.

Form up into lines, the foreman yelled out at the quickly gathering crowd, looking at each of their tired faces. He, too, grew weary after all he had been woken in a similar manner five minutes ago, and all because he was not willing to find out if the rumours about Sylas Marak's shot temper were true and for the fact he was always kept on a short leash by the League of Silver Guild. Listen up, this is Sylas. He has a few questions for you. He is an Enforcer of his guild, and I hope you all know what that means.

Whispers broke outlook. He has to be at least Beta rank.

Sylas Marak was a head taller than most men. He wore a jacket and pants over the thin poly plastic leather he wore over his lean body. Along with this, The thick boots he wore matched his dark hair. he would have looked like any ordinary man without the metallic tinge to his skin. If it wasn't for the reverence the foreman showed him.

I won't waste my time with you gentlemen. Who saw what happened to the Seeker yesterday, the one who attacked two others with a weapon?

No one said anything, made to step forward or raised their hands. They simply looked to the side, trying to avoid Sylas's gaze. And as for Sylas, his face grew in frustration.

I was there. Travone raised his hand and waved slightly.

What are you doing? Travone turned to his side and recognised the boy who had slept in the neighbouring bunk to his whisper. That's an enforcer. If you don't give him what he wants, you may end up floating in space and his A Beta, the young man added.

You come. Follow me. Sylus ordered Travone before he could Lower his hand. I will bring him back. Once my business is done here. Sylus said to the Foreman.

He better be breathing, the foreman warned.

Hmm. ______

You said you, so what happened? Tell me exactly what you think you saw.

Saw a seeker attack two others, and the other two fought back and put him down real good.

Sylas stopped, causing Travone to keep walking before he, too, stopped and looked back at the man. The man they put down was of the League of Silver, and he worked under me. So tell me again what happened.

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Travone tensed and gulped, then started talking. We were walking down to our quarters when …

That's not what happened, Sylas suggested.

What's that supposed to mean? Travone asked.

It means my man did not attack first. They did after seeing my Seeker had mental fragmentation, so tell me what happened again.

Wait, you want me to say that?

What do I get out of this?

Sylas blurred in front of Travone, and before the young man could step back, a hand grabbed his neck, lifting him in the air and letting him struggle to find ground. I forget myself. What was your name?

Travone, he squized out.

Travone, I think there had been a misunderstanding. And why should I give you what you want? He asked, his voice calm. Look around you. They don't care what I do to you. Why should I care?

Looking around, Travone saw the passersby look away, he attempted to look at the vendors but they to turned away refusing to meet his gaze.

Nod, if you understand. Instantly, Travone did as ordered, and with little to no effort, Sylas let go, Dropping him to his knees.

Get up.

Getting up, Travone said nothing and did nothing, resolving himself to follow the Seeker.

Now I know why none of the other miners wanted to be a part of the enforcers and questions.

Have you come to your wits yet? Because we are here, Sylas said.

What are we doing here I thought you were with the Silvers. he looked at the gold and blue uniformed guards walking in and out the door.

I am with the silvers, this is just a formality and i need you to identify the man you claim to have seen Sylas pointed out heading towards the door and letting himself into the UNE guard post.

What did the dredge do now?

The dredge saw what happened to one of mine. You brought in yesterday for drawing, Sylas said.

Oh, right, the sick one. He can't leave with you, Sylas.

Don't worry yourself am just here to check up on him. Sylas said to agent behind the desk.

You will have to get two personal signature from people close to him, your boss then return it for his release sign this pad, she handed it to Sylas Who handed it to Travone.

Sign under witness and will go see him.

In a dark room, a man was held gagged and bound with thick carbon fibre and chains. His hands were tied to his waist, and his head was sealed off from noise, sight and smell, along with a few others Travone guessed were in the same state of mind.

with a click of a button Ayana the UNE agent pulled one of the cases and released a helm over the seekers head.

Is that the man you saw.

Yes.

Good, that's all for now, Ayana. I will be back to collect him.

Are we done then? Travone asked.

Not yet, Sylas said. We need to visit the Red Quarters.

The red Quarter, what is that?

You'll see. We waste time, and I have places to be.

turns out the red quarter had nothing to to do with its color most of the lights in housing and on the streets were neon, the smell of drugs and alchole filling the air,young women stood on streets in tight fitting short dresses. A few corners in they reached one of the motels in the Quarters.

Hey, are you two together looking for some fun.

No, I am looking for Malinda. Is she in?

She's busy right now, but I can give you boys the times of your lives, she teased, shifting and swaying her curves.

I think you're a little too old, don't you. the woman frowned the worm glow of her redient face fading to the background, and Sylas moved past her

Travone, stay here.

Inside the building, moans and grunts could be heard; red cloth filled the doorways, and perfumes, drugs and alcohol mixed together in a dazzling mix that made a man lose his lucidity.

Malinda, Malinda Sylas called as he moved from room to room, pulling lovers off each other and looking for Malinda.

You get up. He grabbed a red-haired woman under the arm, lifting her off a moaning lover. May I have a word?

Hey, what are you doing, the young man complained, standing to his and facing Sylas.

Who the fuck are you? The man jumped to his feet naked as could be and glared at Sylas.

where are your manners Delta Sylas said grabbing the Seeker in one and lifting him off the ground i have busness with that girl and in a few minutes she will be retuned to you, nod if you understand.

Yes.

Good.

Dropping the man to the ground, Sylas turned, and to his displeasure, the girl had run. Why do they always run? he muttered