Page 11 of Draco's Fire

Since he was presentable again, he returned to his library, hopeful that he could get some more study in without being interrupted by his base desires.

His hopes were dashed when he noticed an agent looking at books opposite the door, wearing a PEACE jacket.

Tyson sighed with great irritation, because it honestly hadn’t been fifteen minutes since he expressed his wants to Shayla about how and where the agents could conduct their business. The library wasdefinitelyoff limits.

He cleared his throat in hopes that the agent would notice him, and perhaps realize he was in an off-limits room, but if the agent heard Tyson, he made no indication.

“Pardon me, agent.” Tyson said. “Could you please return to your post?”

Still no recognition from the man, as he continued perusing books and touching them with his left hand. Tracing various raised surfaces with this left index finger.

“No worries, I’ll just get your commanding officer on the phone to sort this out.” Tyson pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed Shayla when the man began laughing. Softly at first, but it was crescendoing into hysteria as he slowly turned around to reveal a butcher knife in his right hand.

Tyson dropped the ringing phone and froze. He could deal with this man. In an instant. All he would have to do would be to shift into a hybrid form and he could roast the man in dragon fire, but betray everything he’d been working on for the last four decades.

Still giggling like a hyena, the man ran across the room and tackled Tyson. Finally, he spoke. “You’re all going to die!” He ranted it, over and over.

Tyson still locked in the moment, grabbed the man by his shabby shirt. So obviously not a PEACE uniform, and the lunatic raised the blade high over his head, preparing to plunge into Tyson, still chanting, “You’re all going to die!”

Then a beam of white-hot light slammed into the craven loon’s chest knocking him off of Tyson.

It was Shayla! She had answered the call and heard enough to know Tyson was in danger. Tyson scrambled backwards, still on the ground, shuffling on hands and heals. “He’s got a knife.” It was all he could manage to say.

“I know she responded.” And as the crazed assassin rose to his feet and resumed his chuckling, Shayla let loose with both hands. Sending brilliantly charged eldritch light into the man. Throwing him across the room and into a bookshelf. He fell unconscious to the ground, and two more agents swept in to restrain the man while Shayla tended to Tyson.

“Are you hurt?” She asked while feeling his torso, looking for wounds.

Tyson though,I wanted her to feel my pecs, but this isn’t what I had in mind. “No, I think only my pride has been injured.”

Regaining more of his composure every second, Tyson asked, “How did he get in here anyway?”

The agents restraining the man were already going through pockets and one of them pulled out a white SIC card. “This is for the service elevator.” The agent said.

“Oh, you know, one of the areas we weren’t allowed to watch.” Shayla said with anI told you soexpression.

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Shayla

“Okay, I get it. I’m an idiot. Is that about right?” Tyson admonished himself while Shayla helped the man to his feet.

“Well, I wouldn’t say you’re an idiot. More like, smart challenged.” She smiled in the way that only vindicated people can.

One of the other agents radioed to the team. “We have the suspect in custody, and are headed for the elevator now.” As they dragged the man from the room, he was still muttering under his breath. “All going to die.”

“So, about the service elevator?” Shayla asked.

“Yes, of course. Please post someone there.” Tyson said with great reluctance.

“Hernandez, new post. Service elevator.” She radioed.

A moment of static, then “Wilco. Enroute to service elevator.”

Shayla called after the agents hauling the prisoner away. “Take him to HQ and prep him for interrogation. Start the workup to ID him.”

“Yes ma’am,” an agent answered back.

Tyson had returned to his leather chair and was holding his face in his hands, and when it seemed all agents were out of the area, she put a hand on Tyson’s shoulder.

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