Despite his extensive training from the Guardians, the best men and women in the whole world, situations kept spinning away down unseen side-paths, leaving him exposed and vulnerable. His sole mission was to gather intelligence regarding these butchers who had so ruthlessly slaughtered his people. Why they had done so, Colbey still had yet to discover. Gather intelligence. Not strike at them. That would come later. After spying on the weirdling invaders for days, he had succeeded in gathering a substantial amount of information. How much good it would do him remained to be seen. He still lacked sufficient knowledge to strike a fatal blow. Having escaped Durrac immediately before the invaders obliterated it in retaliation, Colbey had climbed atop the nearby cliffs to watch. Troop movements, combat strategies and battle maneuvers were carefully observed and cataloged in his mind. These murderers’ savage ruthlessness would make them a difficult foe. That was information well worth knowing.
