Ayo! New year, not a new me because I never change! Not for you, not for them, not even for me BABY! Onto the chapter!
When Night was still a human, he had been in a ton of meetings for all sorts of things.
Mission briefings, lectures about China and Russian jets, lectures on new additions to his tomcat, reports for missions, reports about his tomcat, test reports when he was helping test the Black Bird, press conferences about his time in the Navy Air Force and being an ace, all sorts of things.
He has never been in a meeting like this...
His month-long test tour was over, so he was back to give his report. Apparently, this meeting was serious... probably even more serious than the Black Bird project.
The president, the Minister of Defense, and the chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff were all here for this meeting. So, Security was at the max.
Jets were constantly flying overhead every few minutes, helicopters were constantly patrolling the perimeter of the compound.
He wasn't allowed out of his hanger, and nobody was allowed in.
Even the guards weren't allowed to see him, or the secret service members that guarded the President. He could hear everybody outside.
Night had got here last night, waking up the science team and Dave was happy to see that he was still alive and in one piece.
He was dead tired when he made it back, flying all the way from one of the remote Islands near Hawaii, all the way to Nevada back to where his compound was.
The moment he made it back, he went straight to sleep while the team informed the Pentagon that the president and staff were needed.
The same dream he had in Midway happened to him again tonight. The same dream with the weird voice. If it happens again, he is going to have to start asking questions to the team.
He already knew that this meeting was going to go well. If he didn't get some positive feedback after crippling Guam enough for America to capture it and sinking a carrier, then the whole system was rigged for him to fail.
It was starting to get louder outside when he heard some vehicles pull up to the front of the hangar, they must be here.
Dave walked up beside Night. He was required to be here for this since he was the head of the science team.
"You ready Night?" Dave asked him.
Night gave a nod, "It should all go well, I have nothing but good to talk about,"
The lights to the hanger went off, and the personal door started to open. He knew why they turned off the lights, only the people who were allowed were able to see him.
Three people walked in, he recognized all of them. Ronald Regan, Caspar Weinberger the Minister of Defense, and John Vessey the Chairman of Chief Joint Staff.
Night was able to see them with his superior night vision and he was able to see that they were looking around frantically in the dark for something...
They were looking for him...
The door shut behind the three and the lights came on in the room.
The party of three gasped at the large dragon in front of them. All of them both shocked and scared at the large dragon covered in midnight sky scales.
Nightfall stood up from where he was sitting, making the three back up even more from just how BIG he was.
Nightfall raised one of his talons to the president.
"It's good to see you, sir." Nightfall said to the president.
Regan calmed down when he realized the dragon just wanted to shake his... claw.
Regan clasped the claw and shook it vigorously, "My god, they actually did it!"
"And you're not going to be disappointed Mr. President," Davenaid with a smile, shaking the president's hand also.
"I'm already not disappointed!" Regan said as he let go and started to make his way towards a table that was set up in the hangar for the meeting.
"Come on, I want to hear how the billions of dollars I spent is working," Regan said as he sat down at the table.
Night walked over to the head of the table, just sitting on the ground. Dragon-sized furniture has yet to be invented.
"Where do you want to start?" Night asked the three.
"Lets start with your name," Regan asked excitedly.
"My name is Nightfall, but you can call me Night,"
"A bit strange, but you are a dragon," Regan said nodding, "Lets cut straight to the good stuff, what can you do and what have you done?" Weinberger asked.
Night nodded his head, "I have found out that my limits are pretty good, I can sprint around thirty to forty miles an hour for twenty minutes without stopping, I can fly all day without stopping with a consistent speed of one hundred and seventy miles an hour and I can fly around two hundred fifty in short burst." Night started on but was cut off by Regan.
"Can you breathe fire?" Regan asked seriously.
Night nodded, he opened his maw and breathed fire towards the far side of the hangar. A hissing sound started to fill the room and the temperature seemed to rise instantly. The huge orange flame started to shoot out of his mouth and started to head towards the wall but Night stopped it before it could hit the wall.
Night looked back at the people around the table, and they were all pale and sweating. The only one who wasn't pale was Dave, but he was still sweating.
"Have you- have you used that on anybody yet?" Weinberger asked.
Night nodded, "I have, multiple times on multiple people."
Weinberger was shaking, "God have mercy on anybody who faces that flame,"
Vessey was shaking his head, "I fought in World War Two in Africa, I have seen what a flamethrower does to people, your fire is obviously twice as hot and it can go just as far,"
"We measured the fire's temperature, and it was consistently around 2,200 degrees Fahrenheit," Dave explained.
"I know this is kind of off-topic, but how do you even produce that fire?" Regan asked Night.
Night looked at Dave for an answer.
Dave just raised his shoulders, not having a clue.
"We never really... thought to find out how," Dava answered.
"Please find out, if you can find a way to replicate that and add it to our vehicles..." Weinberger started but stopped at the thought of those super flamethrowers.
Dave cleared his throat to get everybody's attention, "I think that is an important question, but we should get back on track,"
Regan nodded, "Your right, what have you done on your month-long tour Night?"
"I am sure that you are aware about Guam, right?" Night started.
"You're telling me you were the one to cripple Guam in such a way, the Russians tried to put it off as a freak storm, but we couldn't find a single storm like that in the area!" Vessey said, surprised, "How did you destroy the AA like you did?"
Night smiled at the thought, "Russian missiles make really good spears,"
Vessey just shook his head, "I probably shouldn't ask, but what would you say your kill count is currently at?"
Night smirked cockily, "I don't have an officer to officiate my kill count, but I would have to say I killed around 120 Russians capturing Guam, and however many people is on a Russian aircraft carrier and destroyer."
Weinberger was nodding impressed, "So you were the incident that happened around the China sea, we heard about it but once again, the Russians just keep saying it was an accident,"
"Communists tend to do that," Night said, this got a laugh from everybody.
The conversations kept coming, Night going into more detail about the missions that he went on and the places he had been in his short month. He went into detail about how he planned out the carrier raid, his armor, and the tactics he has been exploiting.
Night was almost finished but Regan slapped the table, cutting of Night.
"Two years!" Regan said simply.
Everybody asked the same thing, "What?"
"Two years of the same funding that the navy is getting right now, and if it keeps on doing good like it has so far, then we will expand the funding contract," Regan explained his outburst.
"But sir, we need to discuss rules, regulations, order and ethics!" Weinberger said thinking to Nights deadly flames.
Night cut him off with a simple "NO"
"What do you mean no!" Weinberger said angrily.
"Rules and Human stupidity is what limited me when I was still a human in the Navy Air Force, If you want me to keep doing as good as I have been, then you will let me do my own thing and not hinder me with your stupid ethics and rules," Night said scowling at Weinberger.
Both Weinberger and Vessey were looking at Regan to see what his answer was going to be.
Regan just shook his head, "He can do whatever he and the department wants until they go public."
"But sir, what if the Geneva Convention finds out about this?" Weinberger asks.
"It's not the Geneva Convention, it's the Geneva suggestion," Night said with a straight smile.
Regan laughed lightly but got serious. "Night, after the two years are up, we will have to go public with all of this." Regan started, "You can't spend billions of dollars on something and the public not find out about it, and the Russians will also find out about you sooner rather than later."
Night nodded, agreeing with him. "I have been trying my best to leave no witnesses, but I didn't get this position by being dumb, they will eventually find out about me like they did the Blackbird."
Regan nodded, "Ok then, onto the last part of this meeting, what are you going to do with the expansion I am giving you?" Regan asked Dave more than Night,"
Dave cleared his throat, "Yes, we are wanting to start out by getting at least three other dragons on the program,"
Vessey frowned at that, "Didn't you tell us when you started, the process of getting a dragon involves a human sacrifice?"
Dave nodded yes, "Correct, but we will only do it if we can fully trust the human and if they are willing to do it,"
"Do you have any prospects for the next phew dragons?" Regan asked.
Dave shook his head, "Not yet, we were waiting for clearance before we started scouting for prospects, Night here was an easy pick."
All three nodded their head in understanding.
"And what do you have to say about this Night?" Regan asked the dragon.
Night didn't have to think about it for long, he didn't want to be the only dragon in the world.
"It would be nice for there to be other dragons in the world," Night said simply.
"You were a very trusted airman when you worked for the navy, we would be stupid to not ask you if you knew anybody that would be perfect for being a dragon?" Vessey asked him.
Night didn't have to think at all. Jim Zwayer, he was an old friend of his from the time he was testing the Blackhawk. Zwayer was the only other person who ever had his true respect back then.
Zwayer gained his respect the day Zwayer almost died. Zwayer was testing out one of the hawks going Mach three. It went horrible for him when the right side engine violently force shut off making the whole ship start to fall apart. Zwayer was calm and collected all the way up till he had to bail, trying to save the jet the whole entire way down.
It takes balls of steel to be calm when your jet is falling apart going Mach three and Night knew that called for his respect.
Zwayer was crippled from the waist down after he made it back to earth. Zwayer could never fly after that.
Night started keeping up with Zwayer after that, becoming a pretty good friend that he would hang out with when he was on the mainland. Night kept in contact up until he joined the Navy Air Force.
Night felt bad for not contacting Zwayer ever again and he thought that this would be the best way to make it up to him. To give Zwayer a chance to fly and fight again.
Zwayer reminded him a lot of him. Loving to fly and loving to fight.
Night looked over at Dave, "Does the human have to be physically healthy to do the transfer?"
Dave shook his head, "No, but why would you ask something like that?"
"Because I know the perfect guy to ask," Night explained.
"Who do you have in mind?" Regan asked.
"I would like to give Jim Zwayer an invitation,"
Weinberger slapped the table in outrage, "NO! That man is not mentally capable of such a thing!"
Night glared at the man, "And this is where you are wrong once again, this is one of the phew people who has ever gained my respect, it takes balls of steel to jump out of a jet going any sort of speed, let along going Mach three," Night started explaining, talking with a growl, "I was on the comms the whole test run and even when his jet started going down, I could tell he was calm the whole way down all the way till he had to bail his jet,"
Weinberger nodded his head, "And I know this, I got the report after the crash, that's not why" Weinberger started explaining, "After he was honorably discharged, he soon became an alcoholic."
Night nodded, "It's because not being able to fly or fight broke him, I know if you took away my ability to fly, it would drive me mad too," Night explained, "But, if you allow him to fly again, even in a different body, you will have the hardest working person ever, I can promise you that,"
Weinberger thought on it but eventually agreed by nodding to Night's explanation.
"Then send him an invitation to the compound, If anybody should have a say in this, it should be the leader of this branch of the military," Regain said.
Night was confused, "The leader? I am the leader of what?" Night asked, looking at Regan.
"Congratulations on the promotion General Nightfall of the Draconics division,"
And that's a wrap for this chapter. Everybody in this chapter were all real people besides Dave and Night. Go and check out their stories. Jim died in that crash, but I thought I should honor him by putting him in here. I think that if I see a chance to honor a forgotten hero, then I should give a chance for him to be heard of again. I would like to give God-of-the-Multiverse a shout-out for helping me with some of the newcomers.