<div class="floatleft">(http://s3.zerochan.net/RyuZU.%28Clockwork.Planet%29.240.2081510.jpg)</div><strong>Amelia Krutzfeldt</strong><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_u">Ace Lightspeed Frame Pilot</span>- 5<br/><span class="bbc_u">One last chance</span>- 4<br/><span class="bbc_u">Face, meet fist</span>- 4<br/><span class="bbc_u">Orders are orders</span>- 3<br/>Weakness -<span class="bbc_u">Maiden of the Moon</span><br/><hr/>Warrant Officer Amelia Krutzfeldt guided her vehicle through the streets, weaving in and out of traffic.  Most people simply moved aside where they could, the paint job of a Lightspeed Force official vehicle making some impact on the drivers around her.  Her mind was racing.  Her orders had been clear, and she hated what she was about to have to do.<br/><br/><em>"We need him.  Lie to him if you have to, but get him to the barracks.  At any cost.  This fails, you're done.  You're an outstanding pilot, but your record... stands against you, and there's nothing I can do."</em>The words still rang in her memory, her own protests that had threatened to ring out at the explanation of what was needed quashed by this subtle threat of the end of her career.<br/><br/>She sighed, pulling up to the gate of the largest house in this section of San Miguel, home to one of the most prestigious families, the McKenzies.  Five females to their name, every one of them a Lightspeed Girl like her, and one of them even a Colonel before her retirement.  She was friendly with the youngest, having met her when she herself had just made Warrant 1, and stayed close even when the daughter had been promoted to officer.<br/><br/>Upon flashing her ID tag, the gate slid open, and she pulled up the long drive, climbing out of the car with a shake of her head, smoothing out the standard uniform for Lightspeed Girls when not on duty.  Which she technically was even in this uniform.  It had been meant as an identifier.<br/><br/>Striding up to the door, she lifted her hand to knock, only for it to swing open just before her hand met it.  Of course, they'd know she was here to see someone in the house, they'd have been told by the gate systems.  She stepped in, and was met by a butler.  "Warrant Officer Krutzfeldt.  I'd like to speak with Jerrod McKenzie?  Somewhere private, if that's something that can be managed?" she asked, and followed the butler to a small lounge, where she settled into one of the seating areas to wait.