*huff*

“Another contract?”

“Sorry mister Saverin, but I unfortunely I can’t null the contract. What I can do for you and your crew is change the lenth of this one.”

“So you can take my son out of this ,right?”

Cook takes a moment of silent to formulate a response for the desperate father.

“Sorry but unfortunely I don’t think I can.”

Jonh looks at Owen turning his back at the supervisor he starts to walk away.

“Then jailed me I don’t care If It breach this damn thing.”

*grabs hand*

“Please wait a moment, sir.”

As the supervisor stops Jonh from leaving Owen too clings to his father.

“Daddy please wait……I think Cook is a good guy. Not like Muller…….He is trying to help please.”

The eyes of the little boy were filling with tears. Jonh stays silent but respect the decision of his son.

“Fine. I will listen.”

*hugs legs*

“(muffled) Thanks daddy.”

*pat pat*

“Thanks mister Saverin.”

“Nothing. But first care to explain what the hell is a pmc.”

“Well, It’s a private military contract. So for the duration of this contract you will have the autonomy of field and strategy. So no middle man like Muller. And You will have the full assistence of the US military in It’s duration.”

“Ok…..But how is that diferent from being a hunter.”

“Well we consider hunters to sort of volunteers so they will be considered commun soldiers that have their gear. And I think you know the problem that being a hunter is.”

“You get told what to do and can’t complain where they throw you.”

“Yes….So do you want to?”

“I think I have no choice.”

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“Then let me do the paper work, Jonh.”

“Thanks Cris.”

“well then.”

Cook hands Cris the file package for him to sign. They went to the door talkinging about their military experience.

*stops*

“Ahhh…Almost forgot. What will be the name for the PMC?”

Owen gently pulls Jonh’s pants.

“Can I name It, daddy?”

Jonh looks to Carol, Sam, Mike and Cris.

“Go on kid, don’t mind the name.”

“Choose the one you like, sweethearth.”

“Ok, mommy, Uncle Sam.”

“Something simple Owen. Two words at Maximum.”

*nods*

“Something fierce to be remember, Owen.”

“Fuaaaah.”

Owen looks to his partner a d quickly decides the name of their group. He then looks up to his father and with glimmering eyes he gives his decision.

“Blazing dragons!!!”

“Is that the name you want, son?”

“Yes!!!!!”

“Ok then. You heard that Cook better write that down.”

“Loud and clear my man.”

*scribble scribble*

“Now. Let’s us excuse ourselves. The room for all of you to rest is at right.”

“Thanks, mister Cook!!!”

“Glad to help.”

With all of that the family quickly goes to the room for a time to take all in and rest up for the night. While Cris and Cook walk to separate room to do the paperwork.

*step step step*

“Mind If join in?”

“Mike? Don’t you want to rest?”

“No I’am fine and I want to know more about this whole PMC thing.”

“Sorry for the intromission but were you an ex-military?”

“Yes. Gulf war. Let’s say I have seem some PMC action before.”

*shakes hand*

“Let me thank you for your service. But first let’s finish this paper work.”

*opens door*

They all enter into the small room of the supervisor. The desk was messy with paperwork. The whole cabin was filled with maps and radios. Cables streatching everywhere. Although a little embaressed by the situation Cook pulls two chairs from that mess.

“Sorry for the mess here boys. Forgot to clean It up.”

“No worries we had beem in a worse situation then this one.”

*shuffleing paper*

“So, let’s starts.”

Cook passed two pens for Mike and Cris.

*scribble scribble*

“Sorry for making you do this Mike. I though you were tired. Breaking that ice all this time.”

“Ahhh…Cannot leave a man down. I’am gonna go through thick and thin with you.”

*scribble scribble*

The supervisor smiles and shrugs seeing the interection between the two.

“Humm. You two seem to get along pretty well. How long have you beem friends with this veteran, tenent Cris?”

“How do you know my name?”

“Well we have all of your social security number. No soldier would wear a purple hearth with full gear on.”

Cris looks embaressed from what the supervisor pointed out. He covers the metal medal.

“No shame in showing yourself hero.”

“……I know It’s just that no one pointed out to me.”

“I see so you did’nt have formal etiquette, huh?”

“……Yes.”

“Pretty common. Sorry for making you uncomfortable.”

“No I will take It off later this is’nt something to be proud of.”

“Don’t think like that son.”

*pat on shoulder*

“I know what happened. there is nothing to ashamed of.”

*scribble scribble*

“Sorry for interrupting you two but about the boy and the dragon. How do put them in here?”

“Well, this one is going to be trick because the boy does’nt have social number. But the dragon you can put him on assets, no problem.”

*scribble scribble*

“So, not being nosy or anything, but what’s your rank.”

“Well Mike. I’am not from the army I’am from the navy.”

“Huh, then forget about that. Why were you following us then?”

“You see, now most of the branches are being combined so they are just bunching us up for fighting. But It’s very funny……”

“What’s funny, Cook?”

“Ahhhhh…..I was high rank in the navy….Was part of the pacific squadron of a aircraft carrier.”

“Top dog, aye?”

“No, just a scorting ship. What about you vet? Have you fough any wars?”

“Just one. Gulf war.”

“Well I was there too……crazy huh, now fighting homefront. War seemed so distant back then, huh?”

“Of course could not belive that I would take up arms for this country anytime soon……But how did you get here? Were’nt you on the pacific?”

“………Of course…..I had beem relive when that thing appeared on the horizon……..We were on the east coast…….suppling….Then everyone scartted. I made the whole trip to Atlanta by foot. Hitchhiking along the way. Crazy, huh? Now look at me just commanding some patroling boats”

“Huh, not much diferrent from us then. Fighting like millitias in a broken nation .”

“Yeah I think so.”

*sways boat*

After the tense encounter the ships turned back to the coast leaving the Delware bay. It would only take a couple of hours till their were back at square one.

Once again Owen’s group find themselves on Washington. The boats achorager on the shores of the city. Quickly the family and the veterans were put on transport vehicles.

*opens door*

“Please Enter”

“Of course.”

The family hesitantily enter the vehicle. Cris, Mike and Sam were put on another one.

*engine starts*

*vroooom*

Owen peeks through the window alongside his companion. Even with the blackout glass they could see soldiers and hunters cheering. Trucks carrying supplies for the civilians. While the wounded were treated with haste by field medics.

“Were are we going mister Cook?”

“To the Ronald Reagan airport……I got a mission for the blazing dragons.”