<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">"Judging from what Harribel said, and your presence near my room, Aizen-Sama is holding a meeting tomorrow, I assume?"</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0000ff">"................."</span><br/><br/>Well...  That had certainly been a short walk.  It seemed that news regarding Dietor and his appointed task was already starting to spread throughout Los Noches.  He had been expecting to spend at least twenty more minutes of walking before coming across Starke and his cute little (timid) FracciÃ³n.  The fact that Starke had actually mustered up the motivation to come find Dietor instead of waiting for him in his own room struck the assassin as being a little...<i>significant</i>in some ways.  Perhaps Aizen was planning something even larger than Dietor had originally surmised.  It was a thought that was both provoking and a little intimidating in his own mind.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0000ff">"You have it right, Starke-san."</span>Dietor replied with a slight nod of his head towards the Primera.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0000ff">"You've probably already heard as much, but you and the rest of the Top Three are being summoned to the Central Tower by noon tomorrow.  Your FracciÃ³n  is also invited to come, as well."</span>With that, he cast a brief glance at the diminutive Arrancar that was hiding behind Starke's clothing.  He found it a little strange that a little girl like Lillinete could think nothing of clobbering own Espada upside the head whenever his laziness annoyed her, the Primera Espada no less, but yet she seemed more than a little afraid of little ol' Dietor.  Was he really so frightening a figure around these parts?  He certainly didn't think so.<br/><br/>But regardless of that, he couldn't help but let a silent chuckle escape through his lips that were covered by his mask fragment.  Sometimes he found his job so very humorous.  Just because it was his job to watch over and execute rogue Espada and lower Arrancar, that didn't exactly mean that he was a<i>bad guy</i>, did it?  He certainly didn't seem to think so.<br/><br/>At any rate, his chore was done now.  He had notified each of the Top Three and now the rest of day was his to spend as he pleased.  Now what was there to do around here at this time of day?