Afternoon Fic: Dragon Rescue (Part Six)

Part One

Part Five

“You dare improach my territory?”  Reese snarled at the other dragon.

“New York is a free agency.”  Samaritan sat for a moment, staring at the larger dragon.  “Besides it was easy to infiltrate, you don’t have a protected perimeter.”

“Oh was I not supposed to know that you were roaming my city, sniffing around HR, checking on ways into my inner group.  Must’ve annoyed the living hell out of you that Lionel told you to go fuck yourself.”

Though it looked as if they were having a casual conversation, the one person privy to the whole thing was watching intently at the body language.  Reese’s tail was fidgeting, the snapper, flicking back and forth working through the duct tape. While the red one’s front claws were extending and contracting.

Westen was smack in the middle of a Dragon Death Match, and nowhere to go.

“I’m also guessing I wasn’t supposed to know about your encroachment to the school?  You know how protective Erik is about his kids, you actually fucked up by trying to recruit one of them.”  Reese’s shoulders slouched down, ready to pounce.

“The freak who Mated to a pathetic human who can’t even walk.”  Samaritan shifted onto his hind legs stepping back. “Once I’m done with you and take over New York, I’ll destroy them.”

“I should let Erik finish you off, but you put Harold in jeopardy, and well that’s a death sentence.”  He pounced, tackling Samaritan into the wall, creating a shockwave knocking everything over, including Westen.

He got his feet back under him, moving along the catwalk, searching for a way out.  He heard the few soldiers who were still alive in the building, scream as railing and debris fell onto them.  It was like a bad Hollywood movie, except there were no stuntman or special effects.

He jumped onto some cartons, then to the ground, just as the dragons crashed into the catwalk he’d been on, bring it down around his head.  

The only goal was getting out of the situation alive.

He was just about to the door, when he felt a large claw around his middle, and was suddenly surrounded by scales.  All he could hear was the sound of the world caving in around them.

Reese had saved his life.

He was ready to thank him, when he was unceremoniously handed off to another Dragon.   He blinked a few times, before realizing it was the same one that he had been assigned to catch, the one who jumped off the building.

He was even more beautiful up close, the green and blue scales shimmered as he moved.  He looked upwards to see the Dragon staring down at him, before he could apologize, he was pulled closer to his chest, the tale wrapped around them for more protection.

He had a feeling his life just got more complicated.

‘As a spy you have to think quick on your feet.  You have to be prepared for any moment. They don’t teach you how to deal with Dragons in Spy school, so I was winging it…’

***

Samaritan knew Reese would protect the pathetic human, and did everything he could to bring the hanger bay down around them.  He snarled in triumph when the building collapsed on itself. He launched himself into the air to get the final blow, when a much smaller Dragon knocked him to the ground, before diving into the debris.

When he took over the territory, he would get rid of all those loyal to Reese.  They were pathetic Dragons who lived among humans as equals. He snarled when he saw his enemy emerge from the destruction.

It was time to finish this.

Reese soared into the air pissed as hell, he sent a fireball straight at Samaritan, grinning wickedly when he heard the yelp.  He watched and waited as the red Dragon pushed off the ground and came for him.

He heard it before he saw it.

Missiles have a distinct sound, and one was heading straight towards them.

He jerked backwards, instinct to get out of it’s way, wondering how the hell Greer got a hold of sea to land missile, only to watch in awe as it hit Samaritan dead center, killing him instantly.  

Not much could take down a Dragon, especially when he was in his natural form.

Usually another Dragon.

Though a Machine, who was protective of it’s Admin, with access to all computer programs, including US Naval ships in the Atlantic, also seemed to work.

Reese settled on the ground, staring at the crater.

“Well that was anticlimactic.”  Beckett’s voice came over the wind as she walked up to the destruction, her brown and tan scales ripping in the sunlight.  She sniffed at the hole, then recoiled at the smell, doing what she could to avoid it. “That’s going to be messy to clean up.”

“Fuck.” Brandt landed nearby, his purplish scales vibrating with excitement.  “That was Harold wasn’t it. That was your scary as hell Mate.”

Reese puffed his chest out in pride.