Jake Long III (Season Three)
Chapter/Episode Eighteen: A Backstory To Kill For Part 2
Later that night, Prattley's body remained up against the tree. All of the Agents had put their belts back on, and now Agent Thistlewaite was sitting against her tree, holding a communication device as Agent Wasalaski and Agent Horrocks sat with her. "Calling is pointless." Agent Wasalaski told her. "The Council is going to tell us to finish the mission."
"Without our commander?" Thistlewaite asked.
"Agent Long appointed him that, not the Council." Wasalaski said. "We're a team. We don't need a leader."
"Well, we'll see what the Council says." Thistlewaite said, just as a holographic image of Councilor Asil appeared. "Councilor..." Thistlewaite said. "...We have bad news."
"Yes?" Asil asked.
"Agent Prattley, the leader appointed by Agent Long, was killed." Thistlewaite explained. "Now we have no leader."
Meanwhile, Agent Thondley and Agent Rutledge finished consulting each other before they both turned and started to walk away, leaving behind the rest of the Agents, together deciding that they were going to go back to rescue the South African Dragon's master themselves.
However, before they could leave the campsite, Kefentse, Siboniso, and Agent Pihanna stepped up right in front of them, cutting them off and making them stop in their tracks. "Where are you going?" Agent Pihanna asked.
"We're going to rescue the dragon that's being held prisoner." Thondley replied.
"You can't stop us." Rutledge added.
"You can't just go and abandon this team." Siboniso said.
"What team?" Rutledge demanded, putting her clawed hands on her hips. "As far as we're concerned, this team ceased to be once Agent Prattley died. We have no team."
"Before he died, Agent Prattley put Agent Horrocks in charge." Pihanna tried to reason.
"Do you honestly believe that he had that kind of power?" Thondley asked. "Agent Long, as far as I'm concerned, is the only one with that kind of power. I'm not following Agent Horrocks. We're not following Agent Horrocks."
"You do know that the Dragon Council has power over all of us, right?" Kefentse asked. "Even Agent Long?"
"So?" Thondley asked.
"So, they sent us here to get a job done." Kefentse said. "It's tragic that Agent Prattley died, but the Council wants the captive rescued. Our leader might be dead, but we're still a team. We can't let this stop us. We still have to rescue the captive."
"And that's exactly what we're going to do." Rutledge said. "Just the two of us. Move out of our way. We're not going to be stopped by you."
Meanwhile, Agent Thistlewaite continued to talk to Councilor Asil. "It doesn't matter to me what happened." Asil told her. "I am sorry to hear about Agent Prattley, but this should not be stopping you from completing what you were sent to South Africa to do. If Agent Long appointed Agent Prattley your team leader and then Agent Prattley appointed Agent Horrocks your new leader upon his death, then I see no reason why you should question his word. If you must have a leader, then follow through with what Agent Prattley said."
"I understand, Councilor." Thistlewaite said softly. "I apologize if I bothered you."
"You're not a bother, Agent Thistlewaite." Asil told her. "Just, carry on." Then, he vanished.
Sighing, Thistlewaite stared at Wasalaski, who was smiling, and Horrocks, who had an unreadable look on her face. "You really pissed him off." Wasalaski said, sounding amused.
"Agent Horrocks!"The sound of Agent Pihanna's voice, however, wiped Wasalaski's smile off of her face as she and Agent Horrocks turned their heads to the side, seeing Agent Pihanna walking up to them from behind.
Together, Wasalaski and Horrocks stood up, turning around to face her. "Yes?" Horrocks asked as Agent Thistlewaite walked up to her side.
"We have a problem." Pihanna clasped her clawed hands together.
"Are we under attack?" Horrocks asked, reaching down for her Ear Dagger.
"No." Pihanna told her. "It's not that bad. It's...just...Agent Rutledge and Agent Thondley left."
"Left?" Wasalaski asked as Horrocks took her hand away from her weapon. "Where did they go?"
"To the camp." Pihanna said nervously, as if she expected to get yelled at. "They went to go rescue the South African Dragon's master on their own."
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A short time later, Agent Rutledge and Agent Thondley arrived at the campsite where the prisoner was being held. Carefully, Agent Thondley pulled back the branches, allowing the two to look at the camp.
They could see seven sleeping bags outside of the tent, but only two of them were filled; Swanepoel and the Iris-colored dragon were both fast asleep.
"Only two are accounted for." Agent Rutledge said nervously.
"Well, unless you see the others..." Thondley told her. "...They're not here. Maybe they're out in the woods."
"What would they all be doing out in the woods?"
"Taking leaks?" Thondley suggested.
"I bet they're awake and they're in the tent." Rutledge said. "That's where the South African Dragon's master is. I bet he's being guarded."
"Well, it's a good thing we have weapons this time around." Thondley said as he reached for his belt and unsheathed his Saingeom sword. "Let's go." He said as he stepped out of the woods and carefully started to walk across the camp, so as not to wake the two sleeping dragons. Nervously, Rutledge unsheathed her weapon and started to follow him.
Eventually, Agent Thondley reached the tent. Just as he was about to reach up and pull the opening flap open, Thondley froze when he heard the sound of Naudé's voice. "I hate him. I hate Slabbert." She said in Afrikaans.
Peering around the side of the tent, Agent Thondley could see Naudé, her back to him as she talked to Neethling and the werewolf. Surprisingly, Neethling and the werewolf did not seem to notice him.
"He shouldn't be able to get away with what he did to me."
"Don't worry." Neething said in Afrikaans. "I healed you. Just let it go. It's not healthy for you."
"I really just want to kill him sometimes." Naudé said, clenching her clawed hands into balled fists. "This is one of those times."
"You can't kill him." The werewolf said, also in Afrikaans. "Slabbert is more useful to Gedleyihlekisa than any of us are. He is the only one who is immune from harm. We're expendable. We're just one creature to him. He can always find more. You kill him, Naudé, and you're dead."
"Just stay away from him." Neethling advised. "Because even if Gedleyihlekisa doesn't kill you, Fouché will. She won't let you touch her dragon."
Listening closely, Agent Thondley got the scare of his life when Agent Rutledge reached out and grabbed his shoulder. Gasping, Thondley pulled his head from around the corner and turned to face Agent Rutledge, who put her clawed hands up in apology.
"S-" She started, but Thondley cut her off, whispering harshly:
"Not a word. I just found three of them. They're just around the tent. If we make too much noise, they'll find us."
"Are they armed?" Rutledge asked in a whisper.
"I don't know."
"We should just go." Rutledge said.
"No." Thondley replied. "We're going to do what we came here to do."
A second later, the two dragons threw open the opening flap of the tent and stormed in, both holding up their weapons. Surprisingly, though, they found that the large tent completely empty, except for the South African Dragon's master, who was lying in a pool of dried blood on his side with his back to them. His hands were chained behind his back and his feet were also chained together.
"That's him." Thondley said with a smile on his face as he re-sheathed his sword. As Thondley walked over to the captive dragon, Rutledge re-sheathed her weapon as well and started to follow him. Just as Rutledge reached him, Thondley was sitting down on one knee and rolled the captive dragon onto his back, only to find that he was dead. The Dragon Master had been tortured in every way from being stabbed to being burned before he had been finished off with a bullet to the forehead.
Thondley put a hand to his mouth to stop from throwing up, while Agent Rutledge gasped in horror. Unbeknownst to the two Agents, Slabbert and Gedleyihlekisa, the Dark Tangerine and Flamingo Pink-colored dragon leader, had entered through the front flap of the tent.
"Oh my..." Gedleyihlekisa said in English, in mock surprise. In a flash, Rutledge turned around to face them while Thondley stood up and also turned to face them.
"You killed him." Thondley said, seeing that Slabbert was armed with the gun. "Why?"
"Because I knew you'd be back for him." Gedleyihlekisa explained. "I had to make sure that you couldn't save him. Good thing, seeing as I was right about you coming back."
"Where are the others?" Slabbert asked in English.
"Not here." Rutledge said bitterly. "They're safe."
"I'm afraid not." Gedleyihlekisa said. "Because, you see, you're going to tell me where they are."
"And if we refu-?" Agent Thondley started to ask, but before he could finish, Slabbert fired the gun, which blew off Agent Rutledge's left ear, forcing her to the left as she fell to the ground. Landing on top of the South African Dragon's Master's body, blood pooled out of her wound as Rutledge lay dead.
Taking the gun from Slabbert, Gedleyihlekisa pointed it at Thondley, who held up his hands in surrender. "Bind him." He told Slabbert, turning his head to the side briefly before he turned his attention back to Thondley, Slabbert walking by him as he went off to get a length of chains to hold their new prisoner.
"So..." Gedleyihlekisa smiled evilly at the visibly shaking Thondley. "...How about now? Will you tell me where your fellow Agents are?"
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Outside, an older steel box was dropped to the ground. Neethling, the werewolf, Naudé, Swanepoel and Fouché, the Iris-colored dragon, all watched as Gedleyihlekisa knelt down and opened the box, revealing about ten guns.
"There are several Dragon Council Agents in the woods." Gedleyihlekisa said in Afrikaans. "We have to show the Dragon Council that they're wrong to mess with us. Swanepoel will take command and he will lead you to where the Agents are camping. Only kill who you must. Take as many prisoners as you can."
"Why prisoners?" Fouché asked in Afrikaans. "Why don't we just kill them all and be done with it?"
"Because I said so." Gedleyihlekisa said as he pulled out a Beretta 950 Jetfire, tossing it to her, which she easily caught with her tail. "I want the Council to know that messing with us is wrong. I want the Councilors to see our prisoners suffer. I want them to watch as our prisoners die. A quick shot to the head..." He continued as he pulled out a Caracal F and tossed it over to Swanepoel, who also easily caught it with his tail. "...Isn't good enough. Don't you agree?" He reached into the box again and pulled out Star Firestar M43, tossing it to Naudé, who caught it with her tail, just like the others.
Gedleyihlekisa continued as he closed the box. "I'm assuming you don't need guns, right?" He asked Neethling and the werewolf.
"All I need is my wand." Neethling said in Afrikaans.
"And all I need is my claws." The werewolf added, also in Afrikaans.
"Glad to hear." Gedleyihlekisa said. "Now, if you don't bring back at least one Agent, I'm going to kill one of you."
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Back at the campsite, all of the Dragon Council Agents were sitting around a campfire, all in a small circle. "Too bad we don't have any marsh-mellows." Agent Rumble said.
"Come to think of it..." Agent Wasalaski, who was sitting in-between Agent Horrocks and Agent Pihanna, said. "...We don't have any food at all."
"Well, if somebody would like to go out and look for some food..." Horrocks said. "...Be my guest."
"Do you think there'll be anything out there?" Wasalaski asked, turning her head to the side to look at Horrocks.
"There's got to be at least some berries or something." Horrocks replied.
"What if they're poisonous?"
"Then I guess we go hungry." Horrocks replied. "I'm guessing that the Council didn't expect us to mess up this badly. I'm guessing that they hoped that this would be qui-" However, before could finish her sentence, a twig snapped right beside their campfire, making her ear twitch. "Did you hear that?"
"We all heard that." Rumble replied.
"Gee, I wonder why..." Came the sound of Swanepoel's voice from right beside the campfire. Swanepoel, the werewolf, Fouché, Neethling and Naudé all watched as the Agents stood up from where they had been sitting. They then watched as the Agents all formed up in a line together, all facing the intruders.
"It's you." Wasalaski said. "We saw you outside that tent."
"True." Naudé said as she raised her gun. "You did see us. You stepped onto our territory. Now I think it's only fair that we step onto yours."
"Where are Agent Rutledge and Agent Thondley?" Pihanna demanded.
"One of them is dead and the other soon will be." Swanepoel replied, smirking.
Seething with rage, Agent Wasalaski reached down to her belt and pulled out her Sgian-dubh. Grunting, she threw it toward Naudé, who fired her gun in retaliation. Once the bullet hit the knife, it burst into many different pieces.
Swanepoel and Fouché both took this opportunity to aim their guns at the Agents. "OPEN FIRE!" Swanepoel roared, he, Fouché and Naudé all then starting to fire their guns repeatedly. In response, all of the Agents flapped their wings and flew out of the way of the bullets, flying high into the air as the battle began.
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A glowing blue hand emerged from the tip of Neethling's wand. Grunting, the wizard swung the giant magical hand forward, the hand slamming into all of the Dragon Council Agents that were hovering in the air. Shouting, all of the Agents started to fall back down onto the ground.
Beside Neething, the werewolf got down on all fours and started to charge into battle, targeting Kefentse, Letsego and Siboniso, who were all together, slowly getting to their feet. Grunting, the werewolf jumped off of the ground, and as the three Agents started to reach for their weapons, she tackled them.
Seeing Agent Horrocks charging toward him with her ear dagger drawn, Swanepoel growled and fired his gun twice. Dodging the bullets, Horrocks ducked and continued to charge for him. As soon as she reached him, Horrocks grunted as she swiped up with her dagger, knocking the gun out of his hand.
As Swanepoel stared in shock, Horrocks straightened up and grunted, swinging her Ear Dagger at him. Quickly, Swanepoel ducked and lashed out with a clawed hand, grabbing her arm. As Horrocks tried to pull away, Swanepoel used his other clawed hand to hit her on the wrist, making her drop her dagger. Once the ear dagger was on the ground, Swanepoel managed to turn himself so that he was able to kick the dagger away.
However, because of this, Agent Horrocks finally managed to pull her arm free, and as Swanepoel turned his head back to normal, he got decked in the face by Horrocks.
Meanwhile, Agents Rumble, Wasalaski and Thistlewaite all faced off against Fouché and Naudé. The two dragons raised their guns, prompting Rumble and Thistlewaite unsheathed their weapons. However, Rumble only held his Nzappa Zap up long enough to drop it to the ground.
"Here's an idea." He said. "Why don't we just use our fists? Put down your guns and fight us like real dragons."
"Here's another idea." Fouché said before she fired her gun, the bullet hitting Wasalaski in the chest and throwing the Agent backwards and onto the ground. "How about we make this fight a little more even?"
Growling with rage, Agent Rumble charged for the two dragons. Both dragons just smirked as they both opened fire on him, each firing five bullets. However, they all missed Agent Rumble, who flapped his wings and flew into the air.
Both Fouché and Naudé looked up into the air, both lowering their guns, to see Rumble open his mouth and blow out a torrent of fire. Yelping in panic, both dragons jumped to the side, just barely missing getting hit by the flames.
Clutching her Flyssa sword in both hands, Thistlewaite charged for Fouché, who recovered quickly and aimed her gun right at Thistlewaite. However, before Fouché could fire, Thistlewaite opened her mouth and blew out a fireball, which hit the gun's barrel, setting it aflame and making Fouché drop it, just in time for Thistlewaite to flap her wings and fly after her.
Looking up from the ground, Fouché had just enough time to see Thistlewaite's tail coming right at her. Crying out in pain as the tail hit her, Fouché was thrown off of her feet, but as she flew back, she lashed out with her tail and wrapped it around Thistlewaite's chest, pinning her arms to her sides and making her drop her sword as she was pulled after her.
Grunting, Fouché landed on her back with Thistlewaite landing right on top of her. As soon as she recovered, Thistlewaite reached down and tried to strangle Fouché, but Fouché quickly punched her in the face, making her grunt and roll to the side, landing on her belly.
Quickly, Fouché got on top of Thistlewaite; putting her foot down on Thistlewaitwe's upper back, Fouché grabbed Thistlewaite's head and pulled it all the way back while Thistlewaite groaned in pain, trying to crawl away with her clawed hands. However, despite the Agent's best efforts, Fouché managed to force her head back to the point where Thistlewaite's scalp touched her back. Accompanying it was a snapping noise.
Having killed Agent Thistlewaite, Fouché straightened up and turned around to see Naudé somersaulting out of the way to avoid another torrent of fire that Agent Rumble was blowing down. Growling, Fouché charged, going to join Naudé in defeating the third and final Agent.
Meanwhile, Agent Pihanna was flying in the air, looking down as she saw Neething below her. Grunting, Neethling pointed her wand up as the giant blue hand sprouted from the tip of the wand and flew up to Pihanna, who grunted and was forced to move to the side in order to avoid being hit.
Swooping down, Agent Pihanna stopped in front of a tree. She watched as the magical blue hand faded, Neethling instead firing a deadly spell from the tip of her wand. Flying upward, Agent Pihanna managed to avoid getting hit, the spell instead putting a steaming hole in the tree.
High up in the air again, Agent Pihanna reached down to her belt and unsheathed her Arkansas Toothpick. Seeing Neethling cast the large hand up at her again, Pihanna grunted and threw her weapon down at the fast traveling hand. However, before the Arkansas toothpick could hit the hand, the hand stopped and moved to the side, slapping the weapon to the side. Her eyes widening, Pihanna gasped and had to move to the side in order to avoid getting hit by the giant hand.
Meanwhile, Fouché and Naudé opened their mouths and blew out two torrents of fire. Grunting, Agent Rumble flapped his wings and flew into the air, just narrowly avoiding getting hit by the flames.
Closing their mouths, Naudé and Fouché looked up at the Agent. They watched as Rumble started to open his mouth so he could retaliate. Just as he did, blowing fire down at them, the two dragons jumped out of the way, and as soon as Naudé landed, she aimed her gun up and fired one shot, which hit Rumble in the arm, making him roar with pain.
Turning around, Fouché caught sight of the Nzappa Zap that Rumble had dropped. Smirking, Fouché started to run for it, not knowing that, from behind, Rumble was chasing after her, slamming his tail into Naudé as he passed by her.
Just as Fouché reached the weapon and knelt down to grab it, she grunted as she was tackled by Agent Rumble, both of them grunting as they fall to the ground, Rumble rolling off of Fouché and eventually coming to a stop near a tree.
Forcing herself up, Fouché reached out and grabbed the Nzappa Zap. Quickly getting up and turning, Fouché took aim and threw the weapon just as Rumble slowly started to get to his feet. Before Rumble could completely straighten up, the blade of his weapon hit him squarely in the chest.
Fouché watched as the shocked Agent slowly looked down at his wound and then slowly looked back up; by the time he was looking back up at his killer, blood was coming from his open mouth. Finally, he collapsed, allowing Fouché to smirk with satisfaction.
Grunting, Neethling thrust the wand she was holding up into the air forward, forcing Agent Pihanna to move to the side to avoid being hit by the giant glowing blue hand. Opening her mouth, Pihanna blew out a torrent of fire, trying to incinerate the female wizard.
Roaring with rage, Neethling moved the giant hand to the side so that it blocked Pihanna's flames. Shocked, Pihanna's eyes widened as she stopped blowing out flames.
Grinning, Neethling took this opportunity to force the giant glowing blue hand forward. The sudden movement shocking Pihanna, the Dragon Council Agent was unable to move, resulting in the hand slamming into her, making her scream as she was flung backwards.
Pihanna's screaming only ended when she slammed against a tree at such speed that she actually went through the tree, coming out the other end and rolling down the back of the tree before landing on her back on the ground, dead.
Meanwhile, Kefentse, Siboniso and Letsego were all backing up, the growling werewolf advancing upon them. The werewolf, however, then stopped for about five seconds, giving Kefentse, Siboniso and Letsego all a chance to glance at each other, unsure of what to do, before the werewolf snarled and leapt into the air, making Siboniso duck to avoid being mauled, while Letsego and Kefentse jumped to the side.
The werewolf landed on all fours and slid back, turning to the side as she did so. Finally coming to a stop right in front of a tree, the werewolf turned again, able to see Siboniso getting back up to her feet, turning around quickly and unsheathing her Cinquedea.
"Come on!" The werewolf challenged. "I'll take you all on! One at a time! I'll kill you all!"
"I want to watch you try!" Siboniso retorted as she started to run towards the werewolf.
Smirking evilly, the werewolf started to charge as well. Finally, she leapt off the ground, trying to swipe at Siboniso's head, but Siboniso once again ducked. The Dragon Council Agent forced her arm up, trying to impale the werewolf in the belly with her weapon, but the werewolf managed to arch her body up so that the tip of the weapon just barely missed.
Grunting, the werewolf landed on her back, flipping up and landing on all fours. She slid forward briefly, but came to a stop only a few seconds later.
Turning around to face Siboniso again, the werewolf could see that Kefentse and Letsego were meeting up with her again. As she already had her weapon drawn, both Kefentse and Letsego unsheathed theirs as well.
Growling, the werewolf started to charge for them.
Meanwhile, Agent Horrocks and Swanepoel were the only other ones that were still fighting. Horrocks grunted as she tried to swipe at him with her claws, but Swanepoel managed to duck and managed to lift up his foot, kicking her in the belly. Horrocks grunted as she was thrown back, landing on her back.
Turning his head to the side, Swanepoel could see his Caracal F lying on the ground, right where it had landed when Horrocks knocked it out of his hand. Smirking, Swanepoel turned and went to retrieve it, just as Horrocks sat up.
Her eyes widening as she saw Swanepoel go for the gun, she grunted as she jumped up, tackling him before he could reach the gun. Grunting as he landed on his back with her on top of her, he could only watch as Horrocks prepared to punch him in the face.
However, before she could, Horrocks cried out as the giant glowing blue hand slammed into her side, throwing her off of him. Screaming, Horrocks turned in the air and grunted as she landed on her belly...only about a foot away from her fallen Ear Dagger.
Grunting, Swanepoel sat up to see Neethling standing two feet away, the giant glowing blue hand disappearing into the wand. She smirked at him as she used her magic to make her wand disappear into thin air.
"You're welcome." She mocked him, speaking in her native language of Afrikaans.
"Thank you." Swanepoel returned, also in Afrikaans.
Meanwhile, Agent Horrocks grunted as she lifted her head up. As soon as her vision cleared, she could make out her Ear Dagger. Gasping, she smiled with relief before she started to crawl for it.
Within a few moments, she reached it. Grabbing it, she rolled over to sit up, only to see that Swanepoel was standing over her, pointing the Caracal F right in her face. He smiled evilly as he cocked the gun, making Horrocks swallow hard as she took hold of her weapon with both hands.
"Back in your belt." He told her in English. "And get to your feet."
"Just put a bullet in my head right now." Horrocks narrowed her eyes.
"That would go against orders." Swanepoel told her. "Now, you can do as I say or I could put a bullet in your shoulder. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes."
"Then on your feet." Swanepoel then lowered his gun and stepped back, turning his head to the side to see that Kefentse, Letsego and Siboniso were all standing about a foot away, their weapons sheathed and their arms up. Fouché was behind Kefentse, her gun to his back, Naudé was behind Letsego, her gun to his back, and Neethling was behind Siboniso, her wand to her back. The werewolf was behind them all.
"Four prisoners." Swanepoel said in Afrikaans. "I'm sure Gedleyihlekisa will be pleased."
Swanepoel then turned his head back to normal to see that Horrocks was being a good prisoner. Her Ear Dagger was sheathed and she was on her feet, her scaly arms raised in surrender.
"You follow directions well." He told her.
"What are you going to do to us?" Horrocks demanded.
"We're going to take you all back to camp." Swanepoel smiled evilly.
"What then?"
"You get to be reunited with that one other Agent that we captured."
"Then what?"
"Then you'll just have to wait and find out."
Upon hearing this, Horrocks' hard look faded somewhat, and she slowly started to lower her arms. "If you have an ounce of decency in you, you won't harm us." Horrocks said. "Agent Mbeki, Agent Jakande and Agent Akiloye are good dragons, and I have a young daughter who needs a mother."
Swanepoel scowled as he lowered the gun, pointing it in-between her feet, firing. Then, he quickly pointed it back up at her chest. "Put your hands back up." He told her. Then, he smiled. "I'm sad to say that your child doesn't matter to us."
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A short while later, Swanepoel was leading the way, with Agent Horrocks behind him, Neethling behind her, Letsego behind her, Naudé behind him, Kefentse behind her, Fouché behind him, Siboniso behind her, and the werewolf all the way in the back. All of the Agents were behaving; no physical restraints were needed, as they were all restrained by the fear of being killed on the spot.
"Are Agent Thondley and Agent Rutledge even alive?" Horrocks asked.
"I already told you." Swanepoel replied. "One is dead. The other is still alive and being held prisoner."
"If they're being held prisoner, then how can you know if they're still alive?" Horrocks asked. "Don't you think it's possible that one of you killed him or her?"
"Not really." Swanepoel replied. "Orders were clear. Gedleyihlekisa wants prisoners."
"Why?" Horrocks demanded. "You just murdered most of us. Earlier today, you murdered my old friend."
"I didn't, Agent." Swanepoel replied. "It wasn't ME."
"You know what I mean." Horrocks said. "Why does this Gedleyihlekisa want us as prisoners?"
"I guess I should just come out and say it..." Swanepoel told her. "...You four, or should I say five, are messages for the Dragon Council."
"Messages?"
"That's what I said."
"You're going to kill us in front of the Council?"
"Maybe." Swanepoel shrugged his shoulders. "I can't be sure. I'm not Gedleyihlekisa. I don't know what he's thinking. One thing is for sure, though. You're not going back to that island."
Anger flashing through her eyes, Agent Horrocks decided to act. She doubted she could do much, but she had to try. Glancing down at the Caracal F he held in his hand, Horrocks moved forward, alerting Neethling, whose eyes widened.
"She's going for you!" Neethling warned in Afrikaans.
Just before Horrocks could grab the gun, Swanepoel pulled the gun away from her grasp. Quickly, Swanepoel spun around and fired the gun, putting a bullet in Horrocks' chest. The other Agents could only gasp in shock as Neethling stepped to the side, allowing Horrocks to turn around. With blood running down her chest, the Agent moaned and fell onto the ground. Smiling cruelly, Swanepoel aimed his Caracal F down at her and fired three more shots into her back.
Then, Swanepoel looked up and lifted his gun up. "Keep moving them toward camp." He ordered in Afrikaans.
Kefentse, Letsego and Siboniso all managed to turn their heads to the side and look down as they were forced to walk around the fallen Agent. "Agent Horrocks..." Siboniso said sadly as she was forced away, leaving the barely conscious Horrocks to moan in pain as she was left alone in the woods, blood pooling out from under her.
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Back at the campsite, Slabbert and Gedleyihlekisa were standing outside the tent. When the two dragons saw a rustling coming from the end of the forest, they both smiled. The two got what they wanted a second later, when Swanepoel and the others emerged, Kefentse, Siboniso and Letsego all with their clawed hands up in the air as they had weapons against their backs.
"We have three prisoners." Swanepoel said in Afrikaans as he stopped in front of Slabbert and Gedleyihlekisa. "We would have had four, but that one tried to take this." He held up his Caracal F. "I had to end her."
"Three is satisfactory." Gedleyihlekisa said, also in Afrikaans. "Let us see them."
"Yes, sir." Swanepoel said before he stepped to the side, allowing him and Slabbert to see Kefentse, Siboniso and Letsego.
"I think you're going to need some help, Slabbert." Gedleyihlekisa said. "I don't think you'll be able to torture four prisoners at the same time."
"Torture?" Kefentse asked, also in Afrikaans. "Sir, we came quietly. I think we deserve more humane treatment."
"We agreed to nothing of the sort." Slabbert said in Afrikaans. "We don't play by your rules."
"Naudé, I want you to help Slabbert, Swanepoel and I send the Councilors a message." Gedleyihlekisa added.
"Yes, sir." Naudé complied.
With that, Siboniso, Letsego and Kefentse were all forced inside the tent...
BLACKOUT; END EPISODE
A/N: Wow, the first episode without Jake in it. Hmm, maybe the next one will have him absent as well. Oh, and don't worry. The torture will be off-screen.
Other than that, you've got to feel bad for Agent Horrocks. Alone in the woods, only being able to think about the daughter she's leaving behind as she slowly dies. Poor woman.
On that morbid note, kindly leave a review.