"Lucy, you're too young to babysit your mom! She's going to freak out and burn out the tourists, that's for sure.
If you want, prepare her first. Train with me! I'm a prison guard and I know the cage by heart. The cage is the kitchen and your mom is Maryse, okay?"
"You have to talk to Maryse about a trip to Disneyland without me knowing that she knows!
And only when she's in the kitchen next to me! Since your mom is watched 24 hours a day!"
Obviously, first try, first failure. Maryse : "GOING TO DISNEY GOING TO DISNEY! screaming in the kitchen!
RA-TE (Missed)!"
Lucie looks at me with a silence that speaks volumes!
"Now you're going to put a fish in the basket in the hallway without turning on the alarm's motion detector."
BEEEEEP!
RA-TE!
Then Lucie left for Geneva to see Olson for two days: "Girls, no nonsense while I'm gone, otherwise, no Mickey!"
While Mom was in Geneva, we went base jumping. It was still fun for us because we were going fast with our wings folded and doing crazy things!
Then I tried a shadow dive and reappeared in the shadow at the top! It worked and my speed was so fast that a BANG caused an avalanche.
I didn't understand why a bang and my movements were reversed, very dangerous.
Ric explained to me that I had just broken the sound barrier and that the aerodynamics caused the controls to reverse.
Then we played Infinite Warfare on PS4 and I asked them to train me for secret missions. But we quickly found our limits.
We realized that we were amateurs against pros.
Meanwhile: in Geneva,
"Hello Lucy(ie)"
"Hello Olson."
"Here is one of my collaborators Mr. Sarge"
"Good morning, Mister Sarge."
"Madame!"
Lucie, look at this picture, it is Ricky, the mother of Hubert and Marcus, the black twins [https://img.wattpad.com/b9489b9a3b4deb0f2ec31f77918ab0859cbc59c1/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f79396346554c61734f324e4e54673d3d2d313037303432333337382e313637663062633065393436373536303730383832333335343435372e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
"Lucie, look at this picture, it is Ricky, the mother of Hubert and Marcus, the black twins"
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"It's amazing how much they look like Obsidian!"
"Yes", says Olson.
"The problem is that they are from another world! But their DNA is not the same as Obsidian's and there is no parentage.
They are refugees from a world destroyed by dragons. They brought the proof of the destruction of humanity by the draconic plague. We're making a vaccine with our technology. This virus has destroyed 95% of the population of their world and the survivors are slaves to the dragons. This scenario is frightening and more than likely to happen here as well if one or more dragons went crazy with conquest. 4 humans, specialized in dragon hunting, have also come and exchange their techniques with our military. Their techniques use simple but edifyingly effective means. With derisory means they can work miracles.
This is an incredible chance for us to have a second chance. They have created a portal of darkness that is very hard to maintain for only a few people and a few materials. But the journey back into the darkness and dimensions is arduous but we will send drones to study their world. The distance to travel is the same as going to the moon. So very hard.
We will make a capsule but it's a pity that a world is so close to us and at the same time so far away!"
"The dragon Maxima was born here and was dragonized by Vincent, a dragon born here too. His other name after discovering he had a sex change was Opaline."
Lucie flinched.
Olson : "At first she was a cream then, probably influenced by the native dragons, she became an enemy of humanity. After a first victory she was overthrown by the humans with the arrival of King Mark, the brother of Princess Maxima. Then she created the draconic plague, a plague without precedent. Worse than anyone can imagine.
It goes without saying that if this information falls into the hands of the opponents, our dragonesses will see their ambitions seriously diminished."
Lucy :"So you're telling me that you have a way to bring Ombrine back? If you succeed, she will have to be locked up in a zoo for a period of rehabilitation. But if the Russians learn that we have her, a diplomatic cataclysm could ensue. The only place for her would be in a cave system or in a salt mine that could withstand her flames."
"Either the mines of Bex, Lausanne or the caves of Vallorbe. I would opt for Vallorbe then according to its behavior we will study the possibility of a reserve in a glacier. Obsi would have finished her studies and could keep her mother then."
Sarge :" I can see that your daughter is determined. I am a strong interventionist, but I believe that your daughter is heading straight for the cage. She will need a lot of training.
Have her report first thing the day after tomorrow, Saturday. The school will wait. If she gets caught, all will be lost."
On Friday, we prepared all the necessary materials to spend my weekends and evenings with Sarge.
On Saturday, I moved through the darkness and instantly arrived at Sarge's office.
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He was surprised to see me.
Sarge: "How did you get here? And on time?"
"Hello Sergeant Sarge!"
"I asked you a question!
I came on foot, by my own means and techniques."
Congratulations: "A welcoming committee was waiting for you at the station, kidnapped you and put you in an isolated room with sleeping gas in case you dragonized. A tough interrogation was waiting for you but you escaped us and arrived in my office without being noticed by the security or the surveillance cameras in the corridor."
"Thank you," I said, "for the information I didn't have."
Sarge: "Well, I see you have a chance to get your mom back; you passed the undercover test.
Let's go to the shooting gallery!"
we took long corridors and went down the UN building and along an underpass that would certainly lead us to other secret buildings owned by the CIA, I wasn't reading but my intuition and octahedron were telling me.
Sergeant Sarge, "you work for the CIA, right?"
Sarge: "You rely more on your intuition than on the evidence you are shown. My only answer would be: trust your gut. And never forget: nothing is free in this world. We help you if we can find our way. The day it is no longer interesting for us, take it as a signal that you can only rely on yourself."
Here is a beretta:" it's a big gun. Russian special forces always have big guns. Look, we have a safety here and if you grab a gun from an agent's hand, they always twist it on the thumb side. 1 reversible finger is always weaker than 4 straight fingers."
"Take my gun out of my hand."
I rush in and BANG!
Ahh, a bullet in my belly, it's red, I'm bleeding!
It grabs me by the bun! " Listen beginner, you're not bleeding, it's a rubber blank bullet. Does it hurt? right? Well, a real one is 100 times worse! And the red one is a marker.
Every time you miss you'll die of pain!"
BANG!
arrrgh. RATE!
BANG!
noon my hand, it's all blue!
SHUT UP, YOU LITTLE SHIT!
I was trying a grip
BANG, My Finger, he broke my finger!
Ahhhhh ahhh
Your face is a pain in the ass!
Ahhhh
PAF he slapped me! Do you want to alert the Russians?
The first day I was beaten and kicked, all swollen, I wanted to transform myself but a tear gas in my face ruined all my warlike intentions.
Sarge: "that's how you check out a rabid dog. be glad I didn't kick you in the ribs.
Go rest and think about why you miss every time! And I know you have hidden powers."
"And the Russians know it too and they are far from being stupid. consider that they also have dragons working for them!
So you have to train as if your powers are sealed.
Tomorrow I will introduce you to an acquaintance from far, far away. A real dragon hunter: Borgh Mjölnir. And I warn you, if he senses you are using a dragon power, he will kill you"
The next day, Sarge came back with a kind of disc with a magazine and showed it to me: [https://img.wattpad.com/3ed4ac62529a07f417d0b53e4804c9aa605e72ef/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f312d5372447048707444346b6e673d3d2d313037303432333337382e313637663063336233336361633835383739323232383538363834302e706e67?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
The next day, Sarge came back with a kind of disc with a magazine and showed it to me:
"You see my little scale, it's a tool that was originally used to cut crocodile scales, but the Russians have turned it into a weapon: it throws diamond-tipped, fireproof discs. Basically it's a dragon flail. So if you are not wise, you will dance the Disco!"
"A, I forget, there's a rail gun in there, with ammo that goes into the dragons armor like butter. There is a solar charger and any blacksmith, as long as he has a pattern and understands the balance, can reproduce the ammo. For the railgun, it's a silly darbalet tile with a bone slide that can replace the nylon slides. There is also a crank pump to charge the motor. It is waterproof and indestructible. Also it serves as a shield against flames. The railgun allows you to bypass magic shields and armor, they deform and penetrate anyway.
You can use magic stones like those of the dragon hunter and the result is devastating."
Watch the video.
I got a gut feeling when I saw the damage on a crocodile and on a medieval armor.
"It is also ideal for hand-to-hand combat and for cutting wood for heating.
You can attach crossbow bolts to it and use it to throw ropes, nets, maces with nets and twin chain balls to catch runaways.
They are devastating on the wings. We tested on twin dragons with their cooperation with non-injurious speeds and they got screwed, despite all their powers. It's enlightening. Normally if this was known to the general public, they could never be free, but since they work for the military, they have relative freedom. They can live like soldiers, go on leave but accompanied by at least one of their comrades and in connection by gms for the unforeseen, that one knows where they are if there is a panic with the population.
They are able to transform themselves into humans and they are free in these conditions."
The problem is the princess Maxima who is frozen in dragon and who lives it VERY BAD!
She promises you a reward if you can relieve her with your poison.
Me: "Sergeant Sarge, I'm afraid of them! Beware, something doesn't feel right! They are aristocrats and they think differently from us. I think about my mother and they think about power and bargaining with you. They are dragons and they brought an engeance with them. Who knows what they are capable of.
We'll see for ourselves when the drone returns! We made a deal with them!
Enough talk! Avoid it!"
MAQK in the belly, the disc is not sharp but gripping and on contact, it threw its Inertia and I was lifted up and thrown against the wall. I crashed into it and my back cracked!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHhhhhhh, I can't breathe!"
He comes in and kicks me in the butt. The pain is so bad that my tail comes out and so do my horns.
He grabs my horns like a bullfighter and twists my neck, to prevent it from breaking, I have to put my knee down and then I collapse.
He then put his foot on my skull and took the beretta and shot me in the back!
BANG
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
BANG
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA aRRest!
BANG
Noooo I have maaaaaaalllllllll Pity
"I don't know about mercy, you monster!"
BANG
I want to cast a spell but a gem shines and he points the railgun at me: "Do you want to try this function?" he tells me!
I give up the idea
"Finally something intelligent but here it is not enough.
Smart people with glasses behind keyboards make me puke.
STAND UP FOR YOURSELF, YOU WIMP!"
BANG in the tail!
ARRGGHH ,
ANGER
RAGE!
YES! that's it! he spat!
Little creeping shit to his crying mommy!
GRRRRRRRR!
BANG, in the chest!
AAUUUUUUUUGGGGHh HRRRRGGGGRRRRRRRR
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR!
"You call the Russian guards? They have all these guns, they're pointing them at your mom!
Mommy's little girl, turn yourself in or we'll smoke her!"
GRRRRRRRR
BANG in the shoulder
GRRRRRRRRR
BANG in the arm!
AND I, HAN, a big tail to the leg and Sarge fell and I pushed him towards his rotating thing, heavier but
BANG, to the head and then nothing, the black
AAAAAAAAArrrrrrggggggggg, my head hurts and I've got a lot of cool pack bands to de-tumor the balls of the blow all over my body. I feel like I've danced with Tyson, the heavyweight boxing champion of the world. Thank goodness they didn't bite off a piece of my ear like he did with knocked out losers!
I was tied and handcuffed to a chair and then, splash, a bucket of water is thrown at me!
A guy I don't know slaps me and he looks like a bearded colossus, the edges of his beard knotted and his long hair in braids. He has tattoos and symbols like the Celts. He speaks to me in a language I don't know but I understand what he says.
"MONSTER! I know you are Opaline, the Dragon Queen or one of her descendants, you slaughtered our people! I saw my wife and daughter die in my arms, you scaly piece of trash."
Then he hurriedly put a rope with a stone rune on it, like a crude necklace, and the runes were activated. I wanted to transform but nothing happened, then open the darkness, nothing, spit fire, except drooling on me nothing!
"You are made dragoness! I am Borgh Mjöllnir! the slayer of dragons and I will finish the earthly line from which your monstrous dragon comes!"
"Please sir! I am a child and I was born here and I have a mother and a little sister to protect."
"SHUT UP, Monster!"
He took a hammer from his belt and broke my jaw and nose! Blood flowed from my mouth and nose, profusely!
"Ahh Ahhhhhh Whyii?
I just wanted to learn how to save my mom!"
SLASH in the belly, a kick that tore something in me, my stomach?
Suddenly I was vomiting blood.
Sarge wasn't in the room and he was talking to Olson: "She has to understand what she's up against if she wants to play James Bond! I'm going to break her and then rebuild her in my own way to make her a killer in our service. She will always love her little sister and if she succeeds, the reward will be her mother. And with my methods, I can always turn a chiwawa into a furious rottweiler."
AAAAAAAAARGGGGHHHH
The chair had fallen to the side and he was pummeling me and popping my ribs one by one.
My hands were bloody and the skin was torn off by the bonds.
Then he took his hammer and broke my ankles.
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"your face VIPERE l"
AND He shot my broken nose and one of my eyes popped out
I lost consciousness and he continued to attack me for a while then he took his hammer and raised it to smash my skull and shouted:" FOR OLIVE AND BURN! GO TO HELL YOU DRAGON!"
AND he received an uppercut from Sarge that sent him several meters away!
"Imbecile! this is not a prisoner, but my student! get out!, then Borgh, his lower lip split by the impact spat blood while watching Sarge undo my bonds!
Sarge: "Oh my God, he didn't miss the poor girl and he called the nurse: An ambulance, quick! she's dying!"
He took my little bruised body and ran to the infirmary where they removed my clothes and he saw the extent of the damage:
This is not an interrogation, this is an execution!
My pulse was getting weaker and weaker and with each exhalation a stream of blood was coming out. He must have punctured my lungs with my ribs and my stomach was burst.
Quickly, a transfusion and oxygen. We're losing her!
Olson ran over and saw the horror of the state I was in.
My breathing was a bloody, rasping cough.
My muscles were going limp and my feet were turning blue.
My limbs were marbling and turning blue from the blows and white from blood loss. I was bleeding internally, my face was swollen to the point where you couldn't tell the lips from the nose and the eye, or blood with unknown liquid was running down my cheek!