I spend an hour yelling at the general that I can't fight someone if I don't know what he looks like. What if I attack the wrong person. The person was a traitor so the redacted files was in his favor and not ours. Unless he is a double agent. The general stared blankly rethinking the decision which cause my target's information removed from all entries. He had to had to spend the rest of the day going through secret facilities. I had to sign a waiver before he gave me the original documents. My target was named Mordis. He would be in his fifties by now. He was an only child and he was a natural when it came to killing. He had no consciousness. He could implement devastating actions and not lose sleep over it. He had betrayed the government and chose to become a killer for hire. It took great effort to capture him. He killed several sent to reason with him and everyone sent to kill him. His capture was deemed luck. The records had no clue who the others were but based on military records people of the exact height, weight, movement and efficiency the information beaureu had complied dossier. I was told to be extra careful when I decided to kill him because the planet will likely go into lockdown. I was told to have my cover story neat and proper. If they feel like they are being duped then they will detain me without the possibility of escape. The place looked devoid of anything beautiful. The buildings all had a function. If there was no purpose then it was demolished. The unmarried women have waist length hair braided and twisted as they are wrapped around the head. They had a red ribbon holding this style in place. The married women had their hair cut short. They are only allowed to wear ankle length skirts and loose shirts. Shoulder length means they are married. They are allowed to wear knee length. The dress is layered but the message is that I am reserved. Shorter means they are retired from duties. They wear robes either blue or gray. The men have short hair but once they turn eighteen the side and the back of their hair is shaved off. Means they are to serve the military for at least two years. They wear gray shirts and gray pants. I arrived there as a medic. I have extensive medical knowledge. I used my actual medical credentials and they called Parthean for confirmation. They confirmed my records and the porter casually waved me in. I was taken to the hotel where I was situated on the fifth floor. The view was depressing. There was no color. All vibrancy had been drained out. I renamed this planet Anhedonia. The place was a death world. I am certain but there was color and there was a mirage of hope. Here there was order and might.
I was taken to a gray building shaped like a cube. The windows were slits and weapons poked out. The walls had barbed wires on top and the walkway was concrete. There was a small plant growing from a crack. I am certain once they find it. I won't see it again. The woman asked if I was applying for citizenship. I told her that I am only here as a medic. Once my cycle is over I am going to join the medical floatilla Panacea and go to affected zones as a healer. To provide free healthcare. She stared curiously. She wanted to know why I chose here of all places. I said that Tenten was described as structured and orderly. I was looking for a sense of stability before heading off to the unknown. She seemed unconvinced. She took me to the building next door where several people were sitting. Their posture dictated grieving. One man produced a knife and he slit his own throat. I leapt forward and began first aid. I stopped the bleeding and he was taken away. The woman stared with a look of shock, "You are really good." I shrugged, "Partheans are the galactic excellence in medication. I am the first foreigner to earn their highest medal in a thousand years." She stared for a second and escorted me out of the building. I told her that I am here to help with the civilian hospital since they are short-staffed. If I can't have that position then I would like to board the ship and go elsewhere. She explained in a matter of fact tone, "the pay is little and there are fewer benefits." I smiled, "I grew up with next to nothing. Low pay is not an issue. I am giving a service. That in itself is a benefit." She stared through me and walked back to her building. She took a ceramic stamp and rubbed it in ink before she rolled it forward and back and gave the scroll on two hands. I accepted it with two and humbly bowed. The document dictates civilian medic. I was given a map and general directions before she inclined her head as though she was saying I had to leave. The hospital wasn't far from my hotel. It was a block away. The building was two storeys tall. The lobby was adequately spaced with chairs and room to move without bumping into one another. The nurses and doctors wore plain blue short sleeved shirts and pants of the exact same color. They wore medical masks and gloves. Unlike the cold distance emanating from the officials the doctors were friendly.
I handed my documents and began working. I reset bones on children and diagnosed the elderly. My room had a window with a view of a building with wires snaking all over. A week later as I finished my shift he was seen walking out of the building. I quietly went back to my hotel and wrapped myself in my shadow before I followed him to the endurance assessment building. The man outside didn't notice me as I walked through the wall with ease. I simply waited till he was by himself. He had stepped into the sauna and closed the door for privacy. I simply leaned against the wall. Water and fire manipulation is easy. I made sure not to touch anything. I focused and the steam got hotter and hotter till he was cooked. Then I walked through the wall and slid back into the hotel undetected. I quickly took a dip in the tub filled with cold water and drained it. I changed outfits and threw my clothes in the washer to start cleaning. I managed to dress casual when I heard a knock. I quickly opened it. They saw my hair twisted like ropes and dripping like a leaky faucet. They asked permission to come in. They searched the place top to bottom and walked back to check security footage. The shadowy figure disappeared on the fifth floor. So they ran to check there. I got no apology. I simply had dinner and went to sleep. The next morning I walked out to see a man in plain clothes always twenty paces behind me. I finished my shift and went to a restaurant to eat. The food was hearty, healthy and filling. I ate and paid before walking back to my room. This continued for the next five months and I was permitted to leave. The entire time the man was eyeing me with suspicion. I know he wouldn't believe a word I said even under oath. I boarded the only craft allowed to transport foreigners out. I was taken to an orbital space port where the ship heading towards the Sagittarius Carina arm where the floatilla was. I calmly approached the immigrations department's departure terminal. I had a feeling this might go badly but I forced the thought down my throat. The man behind the counter was an elderly one in his thirties. He was from the planet below. He asked me politely if I had completed the task I had come to fulfill. I told him that I did. He took my identity stick and scanned it once before he handed it over. I made sure that I had local currency enough to get past immigration. After that I would be using Valuta again. I boarded an obsidian ship and it took off.