“We have a breach in security.” One of the guards stepped up to Greer, giving him a rundown of a two man team, that had come over the fences. The cameras also picked up two dragons on the perimeter, heading in fast.
Greer shooed him away, focusing on Harold. “Mr. Wren.”
“It’s Mr. Finch.” He answered with a clipped tone, eyes focusing on his Dragon who was pinned down by five sets of brackets.
Harold could tell John was watching everything. Those large eyes shifted around taking in each guard and where they were located, then swiveled back around to glance at Harold and the guard behind him, before settling on the real threat.
Harold bit back the smile, John may look subdued but it was far from the truth. “I have come for my Dragon.”
“He’s the property of the CIA…”
For the first time, Harold turned and looked at Greer giving him a bored contentious look. “Is that the opening you’re going with?”
“Harry…”
“Mr. Greer if we’re going to negotiate or have any conversation, I suggest you keep your pet psychopath quiet.” He refused to even look at Root, knowing it would set her off.
“Shut up Ms. Groves.”
“You want to control her, you’ll need me.” She snarled at Greer, before pulling a gun and pointing it at Reese. “Don’t push me Harry…”
“Mr. Greer I thought this was supposed to be a civilized conversation? I’ve come unarmed, willing to talk and you threaten my Dragon?”
“Yet you brought other Dragons.” He waved his arm towards the back of the hanger bay. “My men are already out there dealing with them.”
“Well you know how Dragons get.” Harold sighed giving them all a disappointed look. “They don’t like it when you threaten one of their own. Since you are obviously not up to the skills of negotiating as I thought you were, I’m going to end this here. I’ll be taking Mr. Reese and we’ll be leaving.”
“All we want is the Machine…”
“She deserves to be free.”
“What either of you will never understand is that it was designed to protect, not harm. But more importantly…” He pulled a phone out of his pocket and started typing. “… it is already free.” He looked at them with no expression. They would mistake it for someone uncaring, when reality he was so angry he could bring down this whole place with one push of a button, but he knew Reese would do far worse damage. “And it really doesn’t like it when you threaten it’s Admin or Dragon.”
“Shoot the Dragon….”
“Is that electronic locks?” Harold asked, his thumb swiping over the face of the phone unlocking them.
The sounds of each of the locks, clicking open was loud in the suddenly quiet space.
Reese shifted from one foot to the other, as he pulled himself off the floor. He stretched back, then forward, looking like a really large dog doing it’s morning yoga stretches, without a care in the world. With a shake of his head, he flung the collar into one of the walls, barely missing Westen, who dove further down the catwalk.
“SHOOT HIM!” Greer yelled.
Everything descended into chaos.
Those who hadn’t pissed themselves, yanked up their weapons and started firing, and were promptly taken out by a swing of his tale, he shifted his weight and took out the rest. The few that dropped their weapons and fled, were heard screaming when they discovered the other Dragons waiting for them.
He glanced upwards at the catwalk giving Westen a nod, before lowering his head down to Root, and in a blink he grabbed her in his mouth and shook.
“Mr. Reese put that down. You do not know where it’s been!” Harold yelled at his Dragon. “Put it down. Right. Now. “
Reese looked down at him, then dropped the body onto the floor with a wet splat. “Sorry Harold.”
“At least you didn’t chew.” He wondered how much Listerine they would need to get that taste out of his mouth. “Now Mr. Reese…”
“Not now Harold.” He looked past him at Ethan. “Get him out of here…”
Ethan shifted back into his normal human form to grab Harold, knowing the tone was not to be argued with. Aveline came out of nowhere to help, which he was thankful for, because despite the small dapper attire, Harold wasn’t easy to move when he didn’t want to be. As they escorted Harold out, the back hangar bay door was ripped open and there stood a huge Red Dragon.
“Samaritan.”
Ohh, BOY!
—Naj
Huh. Well, fuck a duck
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