Chapter 10
A/N: I know it's taken a while and I'm sorry for the wait. I hope this is as good as the rest.
The next morning Dante's cell phone started to ring at 9:40 am.
"Bruno here." he answered.
"It's Daniels, captain." her voice came through the receiver.
"I can get a trace on this, Daniels," he said over the phone, "and then we'll know where you are."
"Correction, Dante. You'll know where I was. I'm not stupid; I know you'll trace this call that's why I'm using a pay phone. I want to meet with you."
"Why?"
"Simple, Dante. I'll make a deal with you; I give you all the information I have on you and your bulls, if you are willing to leave Sara, Jake and me out of it."
"I won't leave them out of it. They know too much. The three of you will be shot and killed."
"Then all my information goes straight to the FBI."
"How do you intend to do that if you're dead; Daniels?"
"I have ways of making things happen and this will be no different. And you don't honestly think I'd be doing this alone do you?"
"Fine. Where do you want to meet?"
At the warehouse at the docks, number 1111. At 11 am. Don't be late."
The dial tone filled the receiver, Dante called Orlinsky and Lubin into his office.
"Get every one together. We're going after Daniels and the other two."
10:55 a.m.
"Is everything ready?" Scarlett asked into the small microphone pinned behind the collar of her long sleeve black shirt.
"It's ready." came Sara's answer though the tiny hidden receiving earpiece.
"Good. How's the camera feed looking?"
"Clear as crystal." Jake answered.
"Everyone knows the plan, right."
"Yes." Sara answered
"Yep." Jake responded.
"Ian, are you in position?"
"Affirmative; although I'd rather be in the rafters with a long range rifle waiting to kill them, you know they don't intend to let you or those two live."
"I know that's why they and the camera are hidden while I'm out in plain sight. Once they show, there will be complete radio silence; not a single word from anyone. This is the plan we agreed on. All of us agreed."
11:00 am
'Heads up, everyone," Ian's voice came over the receiver, "Five nondescript black cars just pulled in to the lot, four people in each: twenty altogether some are well armed for bulls."
"Prompt aren't they? Everyone stay in position, keep your cool, and maintain radio silence." Scarlett said before Dante walked in.
Dante came in flanked by ten of his men; all armed, and Scarlett had no doubt that the others were probably trying to find some place to get a clear shot at her. Dante had a look of superiority as he and his men approached her. She kept her face completely expressionless, the calm stoic mask that had been perfected in her Dragon days. She hadn't needed to use it since then.
"I see that you brought friends, I thought this was going to be just between you and me."
"Don't tell me you honestly believed I'd come alone." Dante laughed. "It would be easier to have you killed in front of my men."
"I suppose it would be." She said before pausing. "I notice that you're standing at least five feet away from me, I'm curious to know why?"
"I'm not stupid, Daniels. I saw what you could do; I don't know what kind of freak you are, but in a little while that won't matter. Lubin, Orlinski."
The named two detached themselves from the group and went behind her back. She remained calm as they roughly pulled her hands behind her back and pushed her towards Dante. He was toying with his gun when they brought her to him.
"Where are they?" He asked.
"Who do you mean?" She asked a small smile on her face.
"You know who." He growled, striking her across the face. "McCartey and Petsini."
"You know there is therapy to correct that," she said, ignoring the stinging sensation of her cheek as well as her anger; there would be plenty of time for that later.
"For what?" he growled
"That problem you have when you say Pezzini's name. It's pronounced Pezzini not Petsini." She said aloud; keeping her head down as she spoke. Dante eyes narrowed at the clear insult she had given him.
"Jones," he called to a bull behind him. Jones walked up to her; she didn't look at him. He pulled his leg back and kicked her hard in the stomach.
From the transceiver behind her ear, she heard Ian's growl of anger and rage. She in turn let out a hiss of breath, effectively satisfying Dante that she was in pain; although she was physically conditioned to handle so much more. The hiss served another purpose to silence Ian from trying to come to her aid. She needed to do this alone.
"As for where they are, I wouldn't tell you that for anything." She spoke as she brought herself up onto her knees sitting on her feet. Lubin and Orlinski had not released their grip on her arms.
"Even your life?" he asked, with a sly smile.
"No. My life matters little, and I already know you intend to kill me. I'm not naive enough to believe you won't."
She met his gaze for the first time after the blow, and he felt satisfaction seeing the darkening bruise on her cheek. He smiled and looked to the others.
"Kill her."
"About time," she said, "But aren't you going to do it yourself, like you said in your office. Or are you afraid of me?"
"I'm just giving them a chance to kill you first, freak."
"If I'm as much a freak as you think, what makes you think that these two would be able to hold me." she said as she pulled her arms out of their grasp. She put a few feet between them and herself immediately.
Lubin, Orlinski and Jones were the first to come after her, preparing herself she dropped into a defensive stance. When they got close enough she dropped to the ground and swept her leg under them dropping them to the ground hard. Then proceeded to attack Lubin and Orlinski; in a flurry of punches that were almost to fast for the eye to see. Jones took longer to get up off the floor tried to come at her from behind. She heard him before he got within arm's length of her; she quickly turned and struck him hard, smashing the heel of her palm into his nose. She heard it crack and as he fell motionless to the ground; she knew that she had used enough force to send some fragments of bone into his brain.
She then turned to the other two on the floor and kicked them both hard. She took their guns and fired a couple of shots into them and then turned on the other Bulls. The entire warehouse became a storm of gunfire; bullets going everywhere. Scarlett could only hope that none of the bullets found Jake or Sara.
Given the situation, she allowed the part of her which still acted as a Black Dragon to take over; it was the part that flourished in this kind of action, it ignored all other things save the mission. In the chaos, some part of her mind registered her getting hit; four or five times, and the pain coming from her ribs which were probably fractured or cracked. She had been hit at least twice in her left shoulder; twice in her right leg, and one grazed her right arm. Gun fire opened up from above on the Bulls, signaling Jake and Sara's joining of the battle.
By the time everything cleared, Jake and Sara joined Scarlett down on the ground level of the warehouse. They had discarded their guns after the fight had ended. Scarlett had pulled off her wig and was accounting for all the present bulls; much to the objection of Jake, who had witnessed the Dante's strike and Jones's kick as well as the multiple gunshot wounds and was concerned about the welfare of his new friend. With what she'd seen of Scarlett's abilities, Sara didn't say anything.
"Shit." Scarlett said suddenly drawing their attention.
"What's wrong?" Sara asked.
"We're missing about six bulls from the twenty that Ian reported, including Dante." Scarlett reported as she walked back to where Sara and Jake were standing.
"How could that happen?" Jake said as Ian walked in.
"I stopped five outside just before the fight broke out." Ian said as he crossed the room to stand by Scarlett.
"But where's Dante?" Sara asked.
A noise alerted them from behind and they turned to see Dante with a gun in his hand.
"Which one of you should I kill first?" He said menacingly.
"The freak," he aimed at Scarlett, "the psycho," moving to Ian, "the surfer," to Jake, "or the bitch," to Sara.
He made a point of waving the gun between the four not sure who to shoot first. While he thought on it, Scarlett slowly moved her right hand to her side pocket where she had concealed one of Ian's smaller 'gifts'. A small handgun; it was virtually unnoticeable, and made to shoot a special type of armor piercing bullets. A single shot in a vital area could kill upon entry. All she needed was that clear shot.
"I think," Dante said, halting the movement of the gun, "the bitch."
He aimed the gun, and Scarlett saw her chance and ran quickly towards Sara. She shoved Sara out of the way and quickly drew the gun from her pocket. Turning to face Dante; she brought the gun up and aimed at his head. Both guns went off and both shooters fell to the ground.
Scarlett's shot had gone straight through Dante's forehead killing him instantly.
Dante's bullet had entered through her stomach and hadn't exited. There was a bleeding wound; and between that and the blood loss from the earlier wounds that she had previously ignored, she had lost consciousness.
Ian was at Scarlett's side in seconds and Sara was already there applying pressure to the gunshot wound in Scarlett's stomach. Ian turned to Jake and ordered.
"Call an ambulance."
Three hours later, Ian, Jake, and Sara were in the waiting area of the ER at Mercy Hospital. Mercy was known for being one of the best hospitals in the nation. Ian had insisted that the paramedics bring Scarlett here just for that reason. He would not allow his best friend to have less than the best possible care and cost was no concern to him. All that mattered was that she lived.
Ian couldn't take anymore waiting, being a man of action it was killing him that there was really nothing he could do to help. He finally looked to Jake and Sara.
"I'm going to go."
"So you'll just leave her here in this condition?" Jake asked, "Some friend you are."
"You are forgetting, Agent McCartey, that she has other friends in the city that should know of this and deserve an explanation for her condition."
"He's right, Jake. They at least deserve a real explanation for all that's happened."
"Yeah, Go on, Ian."
Ian left the hospital quickly; he needed to get to the bus depot before they could take the video, since the 24 hours had already elapsed. When he arrived at the locker, as fast possible he has to wait a few minutes for any sign of anyone opening the locker.
He had expected that Shana had given the key to Snake Eyes and he was not disappointed when Snake Eyes showed up. The man seemed distracted, like he was looking or waiting for something or more likely someone.
Ian stepped out of the shadows he had been waiting in.
"Excuse me," Ian said, "I've been sent to tell you there is no use for the tape to be taken."
~So everything went well?"~
"For the most part; yes. Unfortunately, Shana sustained injuries."
~Injuries?~
"Gunshot wounds, many were only minor flesh wounds; save a lucky shot to the stomach and possibly some broken ribs. She's at Mercy Hospital right now."
~How is she?~
"She is in surgery, and she lost a lot of blood; other than that I don't know."
~She could die.~
Ian took a few minutes to scrutinize the dark soldier, in an effort to understand what had drawn Shana to him. It seemed odd to him that someone so full of life like Shana would fall in love with someone who had obviously been touched by tragedy many times. It was then that the reason for Snake Eye's silence occurred to him. The man lost many in his life already, and must feel himself cursed. He feels that she will be the newest victim of this curse.
With that knowledge he understood exactly what had drawn her to this man. Shana's spirit guide; her very soul was that of the phoenix which had inspired Danny's nickname for her. Shana had the tendency to seek out souls that were in pain; whether physical, emotional, or spiritual, to offer solstice and comfort. It was her place and purpose as a phoenix to do so.
After what she had suffered at the hands of someone truly evil; she had pushed everyone away, including Danny. In order to save both her spirit and her life, Ian had her reassigned. Before she had left; she commented to Danny about going off to meet her destiny, apparently she did. A year later, Danny told Ian that he had seen the phoenix fly again. Like Danny, Ian was curious as to who had given her back her wings.
Now he wasn't sure if this man was truly worthy of the gift he had been given.
"But she will not die." Ian said with a conviction and confidence that drew Snake Eyes's attention back to him.
~Can you be so sure?~
"Of course. Hers is the spirit of light and life, the representation of hope itself which can never die. She is a fighter, a warrior who has much to live for. She has people she cares for and who care for her. There are many reasons why I can be certain that she won't die; but the most important one would be you."
~What happened to the one who shot her?~
"He's dead along with some of his cohorts. A fitting end for one like him, more fitting had it been drawn out; but fitting none the less." Ian turned to walk away, "I trust I'll see you there, later."
About 30 minutes after Ian's arrival back at the hospital, the Joes arrived. Sara and Jake were alone in the waiting area. Sara stood as she saw them and waved them over.
"Hey," Sara said as they approached.
~What happened?~
"She insisted on playing baiting the White Bulls. It was supposed to be one on one, at least the part that could be seen. We were supposed to have set him up. But he showed up with about twenty of his men. If it hadn't been for her, things would have gone down worse." Jake said.
"Dante turned up missing when we started taking count of who was present. We were stupid enough to discard our guns; Dante came out of nowhere, once all four of us were together. He tried to kill me," Sara said, "I was first on his list, anyhow. Shana was suddenly in front of me when Dante pulled the trigger. She had concealed a small gun. Dante's shot hit her in the stomach. She fired at about the same time, hers went straight to his head. He was dead before he hit the ground."
"How is she?" Jinx asked.
"We're not sure." Jake answered, "We're still waiting to talk to a doctor."
"What does tall, dark and spooky have to do with this?" Jinx asked quietly, having spotted Ian a few seats away from Jake and Sara.
"Waiting, like they are," Ian answered from his seat, "And you may refer to me as Dragon, if you must refer to me at all. Am I correct in thinking you would like the whole story?"
~Yes.~
"Then Agent McCartey has much to explain." He said with a nod towards Jake.
"Agent?" Stalker asked.
"FBI Agent Jake McCartey." Jake answered, "I was currently assigned to deal with the White Bulls."
"Danny found out," Sara said, "A friend of his was a witness to some White Bull activity about three years back. Once Jake guaranteed that no one would know about his friend; he agreed to bring her here to talk to Jake. Within 48 hours, Danny was killed. And it was up to me to contact his friend and make sure she made it to the funeral."
"Neither of us were sure what to expect, but Danny's assessment of Shana had been on the mark. I had every intention of putting her in witness protection. She was integral to the case, but when she volunteered to work with me and presented her qualifications to me, there was no way around it. The Bureau okayed it, and had every trace of her wiped from the computers."
"Unfortunately, this could have all been avoided if Danny was alive. Jake probably wouldn't have needed help to get the Bureau what they wanted. And she wouldn't have had to get involved with it." Sara remarked.
~You're the one who asked her to do this?~ Snake Eyes signed turning to Jake.
"She volunteered to do it, as is in her nature to do so. Even if he hadn't accepted her offer, she would have done it anyway. It was for Daniel, who most likely knew her better than anyone. It was a matter of justice, loyalty and honor; the last of which I'm told you understand quite well."
"How would you know just what's in her nature?" Falcon asked.
"I know her quite well; most likely second only to Daniel. I know that she will hide the full extent of her injuries; either by playing them down or by keeping knowledge of at least one to herself, most likely her ribs. She does that to keep people from worrying about her. Her friends and family always come first, no matter what. When someone strikes at them, they encroach upon her soul; which gives her reason to suitably punish them. Those who are lucky enough to count her as a friend are protected by the phoenix. Those unfortunate enough to have her as an enemy are in danger of incurring the wrath of the phoenix. If that happens, it will be a miracle if they live within the year. By murdering Daniel, Dante signed his own Death warrant. I also know that his bullet won't kill her."
"How do you know that?"
"As I said I am not as good an expert in her nature or behavior as Daniel; but I know her well enough. She is willful for one thing; she will not allow herself to be killed by someone like Bruno Dante, she has many reasons to live. Her spirit will not allow her to die. Phoenix always survives and will continue doing so, because it is hope and life." Ian finished.
"Phoenix?" Stormshadow asked.
"Many of us called her Phoenix, or Red Phoenix. It was a nickname given to her by Daniel; in reference to groups' comments that it was impossible for anyone to kill her. It stuck and still does. Eventually it became a more used alias for her then anything; even now I still use it in reference to her. In my knowledge there was only one incident that almost did kill her, but it is not my place to speak of it." Ian glanced at a clock for a minute, before saying;
"You must have faith in her. To know that one's friends have lost faith in you is worse than losing faith in yourself. To one such as Shana, it would hurt worse than any mortal wound. I've waited long enough; I'm going to find out what I want to know." He said walking away from the group.
About five minutes passed since Ian's rather abrupt departure, when a man approached the group.
"Agent McCartey." He called out to the group.
"Yes." Jake answered.
"I'm Dr. Cartier, I was in charge of Ms. O'Hara's surgery. She suffered two broken ribs, a few bullet wounds, and she did lose a lot of blood; so she should be weakened for the next few days. I say should because currently she is in recovery and is awake, though I don't know how she could be. That anesthetic should have kept her out for at least another hour and a half." he said and turned to walk away.
While Dr. Cartier spoke with everyone, Ian had already found Shana in a private room he paid well for. They spoke at length with each other and had begun playing poker.
"You terrorized the staff to get me this room, didn't you?" Shana asked.
"No, I did not." Ian said acting shocked. "I simply paid a generous amount for it. I terrorized them for information on your condition. Speaking of which how are you feeling?"
"Not as bad as I really should, thanks to the Dragon enhancements. Not to mention without which, I would still be unconscious. The staff is probably wondering about that." She glanced at her hand of cards.
"I called, Ian. What do you have?"
"A full house." He said laying the cards flat on the table in between the two. "You?"
"Royal Flush." she said. "I win."
"Damn. Just how much money do you intend to take from me?"
"How much do you have?" she asked, suddenly.
"I'm not going to play this game with you ever again."
As they reached the room, sounds of laughter could be heard from within. Once inside they saw Ian and Shana facing each other from opposite sides of a table, with a deck of cards between them.
"I cannot believe you did that to me again." Ian said.
"You're the one who wanted to change games, Dragon. Twenty one." Shana said as she flipped her two face down cards.
"I really should stop playing these card games with you." Ian commented.
"Yeah, you definitely should stop. Another hand and I'd probably have that nice place of yours. Luckily we're playing with the house rules, which say that I have to return all winnings." She said, handing him back the money, "I'll get in contact with you later, Dragon."
"I will speak with you later, red." Ian said heading for the door. He closed the door behind him as he left.
"I'm sure Jake and Sara told you what they know, so now it's my turn to explain." She paused to reach for a glass of water sitting on the table and took a drink.
"Danny and I met while he was still in the CIA; at that time, he was a liaison for a unit I was a part of. We got to be good friends; he actually convinced me to get involved with the Joe unit. Three years ago, I was here visiting Danny who had just become a detective. I was meeting him for dinner at a small restaurant just a few blocks from where I was staying. I was already going to be late; so I decided to take a short cut through an alley. It was probably the stupidest thing I had ever done, and maybe the worst thing fate had in store for me at the time."
"It was dark, but not dark enough for me to not be able to see. I could hear two men talking in hushed but angry tones. The words 'White bulls' came up very often and seemed to be important. They were coming my way and I ducked behind a dumpster; so they couldn't see me. I heard one say that he wanted out of it and was going to go to the Feds. The other threatened him. I wanted to do something when I saw the gun, but I froze."
"For the first time in almost five years, I froze; I could have easily taken out the guy with the gun, without so much as a second thought. If I had, it would have been finished there. As he fired, I couldn't move and barely breathed. It wasn't the fact that he was armed that made me freeze, it was his eyes; cold and calculating. I couldn't move when he killed the other man in cold blood, but I wanted to." she took another drink of water.
"It wasn't as if I hadn't seen a person die before. Being a soldier, I had seen a lot by that time. But most of the people died in a fight, with both opponents armed and willing to die for what they were fighting for. Never like that, in cold blood and never ever behind their backs like a coward. He left and I found the bullet shell on the ground nearby. Save for the bull etched into the bullet, there was nothing unique about it."
"I took it and ran straight to the restaurant, to Danny. I told him everything about what I saw and he gave me a name to go with the face of the killer. He advised me to keep silent for the time being, until he said so."
"When he found out about Jake's assignment, he called on me to be ready to come forward if he couldn't find anything else to help Jake. But by then the bulls were on to him, he was dead before the week was out; killed the same way as the man in the alley. So instead of coming just to talk to Jake, I had to come to Danny's funeral. I already knew exactly who killed him; it was simply instinct that told me."
"So, who killed Danny?" Jinx asked.
"Bruno Dante. He was the shooter in the alley three years ago; he killed Danny, tried to kill me, and then tried to kill Sara and Jake. It was only fitting that I was the one to kill him. In a way he was lucky, that I shot him without thinking about it. I'd have rather dragged out his death for as long as I could."
It's cruel, I know," she said taking in their looks and stares. "But it is the honest truth."
"What about Rosalie Daniels? According to that guy, Dragon, there was a connection between you two?" Falcon asked.
*She is Rosalie Daniels.* Snake Eyes answered.
"You weren't supposed to tell them." Jake said, turning to Scarlett.
"I didn't." She answered. Then turning to Snake Eyes, she asked;
"When did you figure it out?"
*I had my suspicions from the beginning, I really don't know why. But it wasn't until you commented on a friend referring to the bulls as hounds. Dragon had mentioned a 'mutual friend' when he first showed up. He also mentioned the fox advising the lion and drawing out the hounds. If the hounds were the bulls, and Jake is the lion, the fox and the 'mutual friend' who asked him to relay this information must have been you. How are your ribs?*
"They'll mend; I suppose Dragon told you about that."
Yes, he also said that you'd try to keep it a secret. Why?*
"It's a bad habit. I did it when I worked alongside Dragon; I still do it now, just can't seem to stop. For that same habit is the reason that I can ignore injuries for the sake of my duty."
"Like the way you kept going even after you were being shot in the warehouse." Jake reasoned.
"So what happens now?" Sara asked; redirecting the conversation back to the track.
"Well, with Dante dead and most of the bulls caught on multiple counts of murder, attempted murder, a couple of them from the warehouse have charges of assault to a Federal Agent, it'll be a while before any of them are going anywhere.
"Assault to a Federal Agent?" Sara asked.
"Yes. Technically Lubin, Orlinsky, and Jones also committed assault and Scarlett was acting under Federal jurisdiction, and she was temporarily an agent by the orders of the head of the Bureau." Jake explained.
Scarlett gingerly touched the darkened bruise on her cheek. Bringing it to the attention of Snake Eyes, He stiffened at the sight of the bruise marring the ivory tone of her skin.
*Who hit you?* He signed angrily.
"Dante got a lucky punch." she said simply.
Sara and Jake could sense the anger coming from Snake Eyes at that moment. Instinctively they both took a couple of steps back, because it was so evident.
"I think Dante got off lucky." Sara commented.
"Yeah, and Jones are both extremely lucky that her boyfriend wasn't around when they hit her." Jake said.
"If Scarlett hadn't gotten such a good shot and killed him, I don't think he'd last five minutes in a room with Ian, let alone this guy."
"Hey, you two," Scarlett said, drawing their attention.
"Yeah?" Jake asked.
"Instead of talking about that, how about you get back to the real matter at hand. What do you need from me to finish this?"
"You'll have to testify in person, it will make the case go faster. Coupled with the videos we made and Dragon's knowledge of who the members are, we should finish this inside of a month, since it's such an important case to the Bureau."
"Just so I'm warned, how's Dante's death going to fit in to this?"
"He's dead. It's just one less Bull to worry about prosecuting." Sara declared.
"That isn't what I meant."
"I know, just trying to lighten the mood in here a little bit. But you have nothing to worry about."
"Sara's right. Dante threatened your life and the lives of others. He tried to kill all of us and you reacted to protect lives. It was self defense, plain and simple." Jake reasoned.
"Jake and I will testify to it if need be," Sara put in.
"When will the hearing be?" Scarlett asked.
"As soon as possible, I hope. I'm going to take the videos to them tomorrow. Since they're as eager as I am to be done with this case, it could be as early as the end of this week to next week."
"Good. Not that it was horrible working with you two, but I'd like to have my life back to the way it was as soon as possible." Scarlett said.
A knock at the door and Ian poked his head inside.
"Sorry to interrupt," he said as he entered the room.
"I just need to know one thing." He said with a smirk and a quick glance at Snake Eyes.
"Shoot, Dragon." Scarlett said.
"I was wondering if Agent McCartey had arranged for security for you, after all, there are still Bulls lurking in the city."
"Not yet, why" Jake asked.
"You know I can offer the best protection there is. She can stay with me until the trial is over, I can set her up where the Bulls or anyone else can find her."
~She stays with me.~ Snake Eyes signed quickly.
"That would be next to impossible. I am much more adequate to protect her than you are." Ian said in an arrogant tone. Ian took a stance that said, what makes you think that you are worthy of this job, of being in her presence.
~She will not leave my sight.~ Snake Eyes signed slowly this time; walking up to Ian and staring him straight in the face.
A few minutes passed before Ian shook his head and chuckled softly.
"Impressive." he commented and turned to Scarlett and said something to her in a language no one else understood.
He's protective and confident, not many have the courage to even think of staring me down. Good traits but I'm not sure he's worthy of you.
That's hardly your decision to make, Dragon. I chose who I think is worthy of me.
I suppose he is a good choice, Phoenix. Daniel would approve. He'd have found the story quite inspirational and poetic. Ian said.
He did. There's just something profound about two wounded hearts finding each other like that was what he said. You can't possibly imagine the turmoil I was going through at the time. I broke the Code of the Black Dragons, the rules I wrote myself. I let myself be ruled by my emotions; I had fallen for a comrade and I didn't even try to stop myself. I wasn't safe anymore.
Rules were made to be broken, phoenix. It takes more courage to let go and fall then it does to hold on. He did make the Phoenix fly again, and considering that no one had been able to do that counts for something.
"Point taken and conceded." She said in English.
"We will talk some more later." Ian said as he left the room.
"What language was that?" Stalker asked.
"Gaelic. I learned it when I was working with Dragon. We needed a way to communicate while in other's presence and not have them know what we were talking about. So we used dead languages."
"I see." Sara said.
"There is no offense meant by it, I swear. When Dragon started speaking it, I simply reacted in answering back in the same manner."
*There is something else, I'd like to know. When Dragon was instructing us on the subject of your nature, he mentioned an instance which was the only time he said that he actually thought you might die.*
Scarlett got real quiet and shifted her gaze to the window for a couple of minutes.
*Shana*
"Don't ask questions that you really don't want to know the answer to." She said keeping her gaze out the window, falling silent after speaking.
Sorry this one took so long, the next chapter will be the end of this story. It should be up hopefully before the week is out.
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