The Safe House
The convoy arrives at the safe house 30 minutes later. It was an apartment that was adjacent to the suburbs. They came into the room and saw a woman that was sitting down on an arm chair.
"You must be Conklin. Abbott told me about you're arrival."
"Who are you and why are we here?"
"Take a seat." The team sat down.
"My name is Chang and the reason why you are here is because one of my agents is alive and on the loose."
"That's it! Is this a joke? Look lady! You're wasting our time. CIA resources aren't meant to track down some kid whom you actually think is an agent. Your agent! Not ours! Why should we even care!"
"I see Abbott didn't tell you about the whole thing about Treadstone. Did he?"
"What are you talking about?" Conklin replied.
"Incompetent humans. Treadstone is you're pilot black ops program that handles the dirty work on foreign affairs. I talked to Abbott about merging together you're black ops program to my kind." She suddenly changed form. She was no longer human.
"Dear God." Nicky whispered.
"You see, my kind are… dragons and there are lot of us. I told Abbott that if he could apply the Treadstone program to my people, then imagine the possibilities of having an army of dragons at his disposal."
They all just stared at her. It seemed like they did not hear a word but they heard every single one of them. Danny was the first one to make a statement.
"Wait a minute. Are you telling me that Jake Long is …"
"A dragon. Yes."
"Wicked… That's some useful information but know that we know what he's capable of, how the hell are we gonna catch him?"
"One of my agents, spotted a red dragon flying Southwest."
"Great that could mean we just wasted our time going here now that he's in America." Conklin answered.
"Why would he? We gave him a temporary residence back in Toronto. It's possible he's headed there." Chang said.
"Good. We have a substation there. We can notify Toronto."
"Great, now we wait for his move."