Preperations

After Draco held a meeting with his forces, they all went to bed. 

They were all tired after what was undeniably a long day. 

Draco had met with all of his soldier's and told the injured soldiers to place a hand on his silver medallion. He had broken the hands of two of the men, and he knew they couldn't do their jobs properly with only one hand. 

The soldiers watched with stupefied faces as the broken bones in their hands reformed. Their hands were a bit itchy, but overall they were as good as new. 

They thanked Draco with grateful expressions, before he dismissed them and told them to rest in their rooms. 

The residence they were given had four rooms. Snow and the other female scientists were in one room, and the other researchers were in another. 

Draco had stationed his soldiers in a different room, but he told them to keep watch and have two soldiers stand guard in the hallways. 

Draco had the last room all to himself, and he laid in his bed while thinking about the day's past events. 

He wondered what he would have to do for the governor, for it wasn't like he could rely on his soldiers to do any fighting. 

They were just normal humans with guns, so if it came down to it he would have to do all of the heavy lifting against any powered soldiers. 

Draco didn't trust Saalim Khalid as far as he could throw him, but he knew that he had no other options at the moment. He knew that he would have to cooperate to get any help with his future plans. 

'I was luckily able to get the scientists onboard. I have the schematics and formula for some type of progenitor serum, but that wont get me far by itself. Once I have some extra capital I can invest in facilities of my own, and one day I'll hopefully be able to manufacture pro-serum of my own.' Draco thought, his eyes heavy.

He eventually dozed off, dreaming about what it would be like to be the strongest drug dealer this world had ever seen. 

Draco woke up to the sounds of knocking at his door. The sun had already risen, and it was apparent that his retinue had awoken before him. 

The knocking at his door increased in speed, and Draco wondered who was so impatiently demanding his attention. 

Draco answered the door to find a half-dressed Snow standing at his door, frantically looking around. 

"Draco! You were taking forever." she pouted, looking left and right to see if anyone saw her. 

When Draco opened his door she slid through the doorway and into his room. 

"I need your help! You see.. I have this very specific problem due to my body's condition." 

Draco listened closely, for he had his own questions about Snow's body, and he didn't mean just in the sexual way. 

"So, you see. I, um. Well basically I sweat really bad at night, and for some reason my sweat leaves my body at a boiling temperature. This means that… well I run through clothes very quickly." she said awkwardly, shuffling on her tiny feet. 

Draco nodded his head, for he had some idea already. However, he didn't know the true extent of her affliction. 

Snow continued, "When we received these black uniforms, I finally found some clothes that didn't melt while I slept."

Draco was confused, "So what's the problem, I see you've been wearing the clothes." he said, looking at the black pants that she still wore.

She wasn't wearing a top though, and she covered her supple breasts under her arms to hide them away from Draco. 

"That's the problem!" Snow exclaimed, motioning towards her clothes. 

She forgot that she had no top on though and yelped, realizing she had just flashed Draco.

She blushed as she continued, "I haven't been able to change clothes in almost two days now! They're all sweaty and stinky!" she exclaimed. 

Draco laughed when he heard this, for she was really proving to be a Diva of sorts. 

"That's no biggie. Come here, Snow. Let me find you something." Draco said, turning to rummage through the drawers in his master bedroom. 

He had eventually found a set of white robes in one of the drawers, and he gave it to Snow to change into. 

Snow took the clothes and went into a corner, "No looking, ok?" she said, pouting her cheeks. 

Draco smiled slyly, "Not even a peek?" he asked.

Snow stammered when she heard this, "W-well.. maybe just one peek." she said in a shy tone.

Draco was surprised when he heard this, for he was only joking. 

However, he was not one to let such an opportunity slide, for he gave Snow a full rundown with his eyes while she changed.

He watched her slip out of her black pants, revealing her full naked form to him once again. 

Draco was even able to get a glance at her treasure, making his pent up energies reach a crescendo. 

"Who would've thought that her 'affliction.' also affects her body hair.' Draco thought with a smirk.

When Snow saw that Draco had not taken her eyes off of her, she threw her dirty clothes at his face. 

"I said one peek!" she shouted out, sliding her robes over her shoulders.

Draco caught the clothes and turned around, chuckling to himself. 

"This girl is adorable. I thought she was kind of slow at first, but she has her own charming qualities." Draco thought, wondering if he was developing a crush. 

After Snow had changed she hurried out of the room, her cheeks as red as the embers in a fireplace. 

Draco got ready as well, throwing on his robes and exiting his room to find that everyone was already awake. 

His soldiers were already standing around and waiting for orders, and his scientists had raided the kitchen and made breakfast. 

The scientists had already found new clothes, and they looked well-washed and happy. 

They were all sitting on the table drinking coffee and discussing random matters. Overall, Draco saw that morale was high. 

However, Draco knew that there was no such thing as free lunch, and that he would soon need to make good on his promises to Saalim Khalid. 

"Morning everybody!" Draco shouted, getting the group's attention. 

Amber chuckled, "It's already noon." she said with a smirk. 

"No matter. We have a few things on our agenda today." Draco said.

He continued, "The governor here needs our assistance with a few matters. Namely, there's a bandit problem outside the city. They've been stealing livestock and random civilians, so I promised to help."

Snow raised her hand, "Does that mean we have to fight again?" she asked. 

Draco shook his head, "You can stay here with the scientists if you'd like, but I will be taking three of the soldiers with me. Addo, choose two men to tag along." he said, looking at his new chief of security. 

Addo nodded his head, and motioned to two of the soldiers. 

"Dakarai, Chike. You are coming." he said in his thick African accent. 

Two soldiers stepped forward to stand behind Addo, and Draco nodded his head. 

"Alright! We'll be leaving the residence for a while." he said before looking at Snow and the remaining soldiers. 

"Snow, you'll be in charge while I'm gone. Hold things down for me." he said, turning to leave with Addo and the two soldiers. 

He instructed Addo to drive one of the armored vehicles parked in front of their temporary residence, and Draco and the soldiers filled into the car after him. 

Draco sat in the passenger seat, and he watched out of his window to get a better look at Saalim Khalid's courtyard.

There were armored vehicles and soldiers running about the area, evidently preparing for their scheduled operation.

The courtyard was rather small, and it only took them a minute or so to reach the front of the palace.

The front of the palace held a majority of Saalim Khalid's troops, and there were seven rows of soldiers lined up with a dozen armored vehicles behind them. 

Draco estimated that there had to be at least 70 soldiers there, and they were all standing at attention before Saalim Khalid himself. 

Draco wanted to one day have a force of troops as large as this, but he knew that was far in the future from now.

Saalim was giving his troops a speech of sorts, but as it was in Arabic Draco couldn't understand what he was saying. 

He got the gist of it though, for it was probably something like, 'Serve well! Don't die!' 

Draco got out of his vehicle, instructing his soldiers to remain inside. 

As he walked towards Saalim, he noticed that in front of each row was a powered soldier. 

These were likely the captains of Saalim's forces, but Draco estimated that they only had the strength of a single Hamin at the most. 

'The Khalid Dynasty's forces are actually insane if this is considered the norm for the rest of the world.' Draco thought, thinking back to the Dynasty's royal palace. 

After all, the Khalid Dynasty was home to probably thousands of Hamin. These were not run-of-the-mill powered either, for each of these soldiers were trained from birth to become ultimate killing machines. 

Draco reached Saalim while thinking about this, but put it out of his mind to greet, 'The Emir.' 

The man was flanked by his two powered guards, and they stood at attention behind him. 

"Hello, Saalim. I see preparations for today's operation are already underway." Draco said, grasping Saalim's hand in greeting. 

"I'm glad you're here, the more powered fighters on our side, the less our casualties will be." he said, looking over his troops. 

Draco nodded his head, understanding his rationale. 

One powered soldier was the equal of ten normal men. While guns could balance the playing field somewhat, they were no substitute for the unmatched strength of a powered individual. 

"So what's the plan?" Draco asked, ready to get the party started.