Anderson stood in the hanger as the jet was taxied. Despite the return of mythics, he hadn't yet been granted his power, so the Cessna before him was still his best option. Not to mention most comfortable.

"Just got ta fill-er up. Should be ready in 15 minutes. 30 at most."

Bradly nodded. With only a handful of reveals the last two days, it was clear the spell was unraveling slowly. On the bright side, that meant more time to try and track down new mythics. Unfortunately, that also meant less data to work with. 3 attempts this week, and all of them busts. No harpy, no centaur, and the other dragon was just born. That alone changed everything. It meant any eggs were still viable. Eh, Ebay had been his friend there.

The young half-dragon popped out of the limo, a bored expression on her face.

"So what invisible fairy are we hunting this time?"

"They call it the United Nations."

"There's a mythic in the UN?"

"No, just a special counsel."

He had spent the last hour on the phone, trying to get this meeting to happen. A special counsel meeting would guarantee some amount of legitimacy for the society. And for someone like him, getting that meeting was easy. Heck, half the active members were put there by him. Or, at least he had a hand in their placement. Even the masons didn't have that much influence.

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Unfortunately, getting the meeting was the easy part. Now he had to convince them that special protections for mytics was warranted. Considering how powerful some of them would be, the idea that they might need any defense was surprising. But there was a reason they were endangered before.

"So you're talking to a bunch of big wigs."

"No, *We're* talking to a bunch of big wigs."

"You don't actually expect me to talk to them, right?"

"It'd be nice."

Nora pouted. Truthfully, he hoped she would be quiet. Not that it would help, but he had no idea how well she did with public speaking. Her presence would be enough.

"It will be fine. Their just trying to decide if you need protection."

"I'm a mother f'in dragon. Why would *I* need protection?"

Her attitude toward her transformation had certainly changed in the last few days. He couldn't decide if it was normal for her, or some kind of coping mechanism. At least she wasn't afraid to leave the mansion anymore.

"It's not just you. Do you know why I put out that spell?"

"Something about mythics having been endangered?"

"Exactly."

Another pout. As he was contemplating his next words, the engines began to fire.

"We're ready to go when you are, sir."

"About time."