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assessment. It
was an armored military hover that would carry at least a dozen men. It had to
have huge drives to lift the armored body and was a lot louder than the
civilian version. It pulled up and parked out on the road. A large door lowered
and armed soldiers came running out. Ben laughed. "Go inside and arm
everyone. I'll go talk to them." Andrea looked at him and nodded. There
was nothing to say that he would listen to. Ben walked out into the front yard.
His katana in his hand, but sheathed.
    "Drop your
weapon!” a soldier yelled, as Ben walked up. General Grey walked down the ramp
last, with Emily in tow. It didn’t make any difference to Ben who walked out of
the hover. The general walked over and stood by a Major; more than likely
Andrea's replacement, who stood next to a master sergeant with a cocky grin.
Ben ignored the soldier who yelled and kept walking towards the general. The
soldier ran up to intercept him and found himself on his back. Ben stepped over
him and kept walking.
    "Stand
down!” the general yelled at his men. Ben kept walking. He heard the doors to
the house open and close and the whine of the rifle version of a rail gun as
well as laser pistols. He saw the soldiers reacting to what they saw. He was
sure there were three attractive women all decked out in weapons. He was
surprised to see later that there were four. About that time, Ben noticed the
master sergeant had an identical pistol to his in the house.
    "Nice
pistol. Where did you get it?” Ben asked. The general looked and winced at what
he saw.
    "Some
chump Gunny Sergeant got himself locked up in the brig and he isn't going to be
needing it where he is going." Ben looked at the general.
    "So, is
that how you’re treating your people? What about the rest of the team? Are they
all locked up?”
    "Those
losers are where they belong,” the master sergeant spat out before the general
could answer.
    Ben had been
inching closer to the general. Emily situated herself to get between them,
hoping she could stop him. In the end, it wasn’t the general who needed to
worry. Ben’s fist hit the master sergeant, who hadn't expected one man to start
trouble with a dozen armed soldiers. He was wrong. Ben looked at the general
and hit him again. He heard the rattle of a number of weapons but didn’t care.
The grinning asshole went down in a heap and didn’t move. Why do so many people
feel so secure in numbers? The general had told them all to stand down so they
were ready to shoot anyone immediately. Everyone who currently lived and
trained with him knew to hit the opponent first and as hard as you can. Then
hit them again. If they are busy talking then they aren’t ready for you.
    "That
chump happens to be a friend of mine and a damn good soldier." He knelt
and pulled the pistol from the holster then quickly pointed at the closet soldier
and hilt of his katana towards the general's throat. He was just making a point
using the hilt.
    The major on
the other side of the general was unsure of just what to do.
    "Emily,
stand behind me please,” Ben asked. Emily did as she was asked which was
surprising to Ben after the conversation they had earlier. Ben walked two steps
and confronted the Major.
    "You get
two men and get that piece of shit out of my yard now or I'll get four men to
move them both when you join him.”
    "Ben, the
general just came here to talk,” Emily said. Ben turned slightly to look at
Emily.
    "Really?
Then he shouldn’t have let a bunch of dumb asses do his talking for him. I bet
the two of you tried to get the rest of the team to incriminate us, didn’t
you?" he said not taking his eyes off the major, and they wouldn’t.
"That would be what military intelligence would do. You put good soldiers
in the brig, for what?"
    The Major must
have found his balls because he got up in Ben's face and started reaching for
his sidearm. Ben dropped his katana and stepped on it so no one could pick it
up. He grabbed the major's wrist,