<strong>Tsade ~ the battle zone</strong><br/><br/>This time the ride in the lift seemed to relax him. Lily’s soft moans were the massage his frayed nerves required. Tsade made a mental note to ride the lift several times a day. It was good exercise and probably therapeutic.<br/><br/>The lift door opened and Tsade gave Lily a gentle tug as he stepped out. It was quiet on the far end of the corridor near the ramp access. All too disturbingly quiet for a place that had been described as the scene of much bloodshed and mayhem.<br/><br/>It was quiet. Academic. Library quiet. As if a whisper would be sucked immediately into a void never to reach past the speakers lips. Dead quiet might be a reasonable explanation of the nature of that eerie silence.<br/><br/>He stood very still.  Nothing.<br/><br/>He was about to give the suit to his left a look when he heard a rumble of soft thunder. He turned in that direction. It was the far end of the hallway. That’s when he heard the blood chilling scream.<br/><br/>“Ah,” Tsade said and stepped off briskly.<br/><br/>Tsade slowed as he noticed the commotion at the frame of the dance studio.<br/><br/>There were four men with Shift Leader Penny, Shift Sergeant Fallingsworth and the water cannon. All were focused on the dance studio. The cannon was nothing more than a fire hydrant on wheels and it’s barrel was inside the studio. The very same studio in which there were shouts and possibly mayhem. All on the polished wood floor.<br/><br/>Tsade motioned to the suit, “Davis, see to the carnage. I want all the ring leaders in my office in twenty minutes. That’s anyone in that room above the rank of new employee.”<br/><br/>Then Tsade stopped. His arm out like a gate to catch lily in case she didn’t notice his abrupt lack of forward motion.<br/><br/>