This meant something bad was about to happen. He figured his SEAL buddies were aware of the same feeling. It was their warrior intuition preparing them for the battle ahead, and they were trained to heed it. He rolled out of bed and dressed quickly. With minimum fuss and some speed he headed toward the palace. Keeping to the shadows of the pre-dawn morning wasn’t difficult. Not much stirred on the streets at this hour. There were a few people up, but most of the homes remained dark as the occupants slumbered on. Very few people saw this hour. Even the hoodlums had already made for their beds. With the dawning light shining on their deeds they shuffled away since the light was their enemy. The same restless feeling that awoke with him increased and he picked up his pace again. He was a block from the palace when Tigger fell into pace beside him. “Sit rep,” he requested as they increased their speed to a jog. Neither of them breathed heavy. Both were far too accustomed to physical training.
