"Thank you," Khaat said softly. She hadn't had a choice. She had felt like she had had to fire the shot she did. She looked behind her, and her father came in carrying a wet, smelly Dakota.
"How'd you get her?" Khaat asked.
"I took her from Brian who got her from somebody else. Seems like they were playing 'Pass the Stinky Baby' downstairs. I think its my job to change her. WIll yo ube alright until I get back?"
"I'll be fine," Khaat smiled. Her father took Dakota into the nursery and changed her and brought her back, looking better and certainly smelling better.
"Khaat," he said softly. "You did what you were trained to do. You had no choice."
"I know," she said barely above a whisper.
"So, what's the problem then?"
"I don't want anyone to keep getting thrown into this headlong because of me. I really don't. Look at this. Its madness. All my friends? They're now working for me. They're now trained to be bodyguards. They can't just be my friends. They have to risk their lives for me on a daily basis."
"They love you. They wouldn't change a thing. You know that."
"Wouldn't they?" she said, angry now. "Wouldn't they trade all this to have a peaceful life with their families? Really?"
"What are you planning, Khaat?" he frowned.
"Nothing," she said.
"Nothing?"
"Nothing whatsoever."
"Liar," he sighed, handing Dakota to her. "Take care of your daughters." He left and went back downstairs. Khaat sensed he was uneasy now more than before. Somehow, though, she couldn't help that, though.