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Date: Sunday, October 19, 2010; Time: Morning

Location: FBI Field Office, Outskirts of Odessa

Special Agent Richard Ross still shook his head in disbelief after witnessing the carnage of last night's investigations. In reviewing the helmet cam of one of the field teams tasked to search the sewers of Odessa, the small group sent had encountered what was akin to a hornet's nest of monstrous, reptilian creatures. It still bugged the middle-aged man that six well-armed men would be overwhelmed by creatures who had a resistance to bullets.

Ross had to close his tablet after the second video loop of the same events. These creatures were dangerous and lethal, they didn't carve the men like savage animals, but the operatives were quickly put to their deaths regardless.

Something was not right, what were these things and why did a university student go to where these things harbored?

It struck the man even stranger that not only this was happening, but there was something even more odd with the situation as well. What made these things and more importantly, who? All he knew in the earlier brief was the fire in an alleged illegal lab operations center in the town and the supposed increase in migraines and headaches in all field operatives searching the town for the kid. The initial field team sent to uncover what had happened documented as much.

But only idiots trusted the 'official' reports.

These things were all over the sewers of Odessa like fucking Pennywise and yet all they were given from San Antonio Headquarters in support was a team of specialized Field Operators that gave him the impression of another Criminal Minds episode and a few CIA 'advisors' from Washington. “What in the fuck were they thinking?" Ross asked himself, not completely understanding the logic of what his ultimate superiors were doing in reference to an ever present threat emerging from the belly of the city.

Ever since the CIA became involved in the investigation, everyone in the office space had to submit additional background checks for the past three weeks. Anyone they deemed as unsatisfactory were transferred to different locations or otherwise. Already, there were three operatives who were relieved from their posts, detained, or transferred out from the location. If Ross believed to understand what was happening, these advisors would fire him and arrest him for some trumped up reason if they had the power to do so.

“Special Agent Ross I take it?"

Hearing the crackled and uptight voice of an older man only made Ross sit upright and turn to it. What he saw was what he feared the most, the supervisor to the CIA team; John Smith. He could see the man was wearing the same old tachy gray suits most Hollywood Agents wore in the movies, so spitshine he could see the reflections come off from the white man's glasses.

“Yes sir, can I help you with anything?" Ross asked.

“Nothing for now, just checking in on an old friend of Tommy." John smirked, walking over to the man's cubicle and leaning on the side of the opening. “It is rather interesting you chose the Bureau, you could have had a place in the Agency and earned the rep and income to make an early retirement." Implied the man, crossing his arms at Ross.

“I prefer to keep my insights on American soil, sir. Overseas work is generally an avenue I would only keep on my computer screen." Ross implied, he regarded John with a nod.

John merely shrugged before he turned to the closed work laptop. “Still digesting?" He asked.

Ross merely shook his head. “Some of the things I've seen in Afghan weren't pretty. But those things… that's straight out of a horror movie." He admitted, looking at John with a contemplated face that spelled disgust.

All he could see was the older man's face of discernment.

“I know. Whatever's going on needs to be uprooted and uncovered. Have you found anything that may prove useful in fighting these things?" He asked.

“All I have found in the reports are a spike of migraines and headaches with our field operatives, 9mm bullets do not scratch these things, and that young man, a University Student named Marcus Rodriguez, went directly to them. Anything further, I will have to request supervision by legal counsel." Informed the Agent.

John merely waved him off.

“Investigate the university student, dig up whatever you can find on him. Find out what you can from his friends and associates as well."

“CIA strat, right?" Ross smirked.

“Fucking right, now get to it; you have legal being appraised of your OP. Warrants will be pre-issued if they don't already ask about his whereabouts." John smirked.

With a brisk move to pack and put all of his items into a saddle-bag, Ross simply tied his shoes, checked his kachy pants, and made sure to clip his black necktie before standing up and wrapping his tan coat around him. The clear-cut, black-haired man started to make his way from the cubicles and walked on his way past John.

“I'm going to be on it, just get a Therapist prepared when I start getting headaches. And don't take it out of my insurance plan, just because we're feds doesn't mean Health Care is affordable." Ross chuckled, walking all of his way out of the office space.

“Talk any further and this becomes Top Secret clearance." John humored Ross from his cubicle.

“Now…" Ross sighed the moment he left the office, bag cuffed onto his back whilst making headway to the parking lot to get his car. He could see many of the security personnel walking all around the building and the alleyways that were nearby. Something still got into the man as he neared his Black-coated Chevrolet Tahoe. It was still morning and the sun was already out and burning everything around him in dry heat.

“Marcus Rodriguez… University of Permian Basin, Computer Science." He hummed in his head. It wasn't long before he tossed his bag into the passenger seat, entered the driver's side, and inserted his key to turn the ignition. When the car was ready, he pulled out of the parking space and began on his trek to the University, driving through the main road in slight traffic.

“Time to figure out what that kid has been up to."

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Date: Sunday, October 19, 2010; Time: Morning

Location: UTPB Dormitory

Christian's head throbbed while laying on the ground in the middle of his room. He could feel the sparks of pain spread out through his body, even laying on the ground made him sensitive to his own flesh. Whatever he had done to deserve this amount of pain was only met by the reminder that it was morning. His senses screamed at him to move, yet his muscles were still too sore to move.

That was when he heard the sounds of Arcanus's tall and bulky violet frame moving into the room. The eight-foot-tall giant was still glowing like a radiant being, his eyes, frills, and the near-taboo tattoo marks along his chest, sides, back, and limbs, including the large pair of wings at his back. Even his tail glowed with a speary end to it.

In a few seconds, the bulk of a male merely gripped his shoulders and dragged his body to the bed. Every ounce of his body burned at the feeling of carpet dragging against his skin, and the new sensations he began to perceive as he was taken to the soft grating of the sheets. The moment he was placed on the bed, Christian would finally see what he was.

Even as he laid on his back and angled to look ahead, the young man would see the crimson scales littered all over his toned and well-defined body. He could feel his muscles pulsing to the joints, like mini stab wounds at a slowly recovering base. Then there was his tail, slowly swishing side to side at the base.

What he didn't realize was how much smaller the room looked to him, but he felt like he was sleeping on a King-Sized bed instead of an actual one. And what was even worse, he could smell his stench burning his snout apart. Yet, he could tell he looked ten times stronger than the man he was, or well… the dragon he became now.

However, he was still in the shape of an anthropomorphic being, with regular legs, claws instead of hands, and horns instead of hair.

“God… transformation is a pain in the ass…" Christian snarled.

“You'll get used to it, think of it as a workout in a few seconds." Arcanus chuckled, crossing his scaly purple arms and leaning back with his tail pushing upwards to balance his figure. “Besides the complaining, what do you think? Do you like your second life?" He asked.

The large crimson lizard smirked and laid his head back. “Once when I can move and the women you turned are ready, then I'll be even happier. Stopping the nuclear arsenal of humanity needs a good fucking." Smirked the male, teeth showing as the purple male snorted dryly.

“Wait until you start a brood… or in your words a really-really big family. You are far more connected to them than you are to the mental link between you and I." Arcanus implied, looking to the rest of the room as all of the windows and their lights were turned off. And yet, even with the darkness of the room, both of the males' darkvision could see all of this in a radiant light.

“What does that mean?" Christian asked.

“It means that you can be able to do a lot more than be a simple male with and I quote 'a bunch of bitches' he fucks constantly. You could lead a contingent of your own sons and daughters in mass like a platoon and take care of problems for the local area." Arcanus nodded, looking into the males eyes. “Think of the Mafia, criminal families working together or apart to achieve their own missions."

“Alright-alright, if you're convincing me to fuck a few females so I can take them as wives, and then use the family to help find a way to get rid all to get rid of nukes, count me in." Christian chuckled, soon feeling the pain of the transformation subsiding in the moments that passed. By now, all he was feeling on his muscles were cramping slightly, bringing the pain into a long one rather than a short and hard one.

“Good, get some rest Christian. Your wives will be ready when they recover." Arcanus chuckled.

“About that thought, can you do me a real solid Arcanus?" He asked the large purple dragon, causing the great bulk of a male to tilt his head. “It's short for a favor, I am asking you to take care of something for me in exchange for me doing something for you later." Christian grunted.

Arcanus soon shifted the bulk of his weight on his legs before nodding in understanding. “Okay… what is this favor?" He asked.

“Mind if you connect my laptop to the television set with that HDMI cord there? I need you to play a video for me, it is really important that you do." Suggested the male, now witnessing an even more confused Arcanus. That was when the male sighed and pulled his thoughts on the request specifically by the image, causing his headaches to grow. Arcanus nodded to the male, in exchange for Christian groaning and resting his head on the pillow with a grunt.

In quick order, the HDMI cord connected the laptop to the flat-screen television set. It was not long before the young man was given his remote and mouse to navigate the system. When he pulled up his YouTube notifications…

Arcanus had never seen a dragon scream so loud, let alone squeal harder than a pig sound effect. He merely winced at the shock of the crimson male. His frills fluttered, wings perking whilst witnessing him stop and hurdle a few stray thoughts.

At that moment, Arcanus felt Christian's thoughts addressing him.

“How do I communicate with other dragons like this?" Christian asked Arcanus through the thought process.

“That'll have to wait, but why do you want to learn this?" Replied the dragon.

“Something just came out and I want the others to see this. If you can talk to Marcus, he needs to see this for himself." Christian sighed, looking at Arcanus with pleading eyes.

Arcanus rolled his eyes and groaned. “Okay… but what exactly do you want them to see?" He asked the male. As such, Christian simply pointed to the television screen for Arcanus to analyze. That was when Arcanus sensed Christian giving the dragon information on understanding YouTube, World of Warcraft, and the importance of this moment.

“World of Warcraft: Cataclysm Cinematic Trailer…" Arcanus read.

“The newest release of World of Warcraft." Christian grinned wickedly.

“This is dumb," Arcanus growled.

“It features dragons in this game." Christian smirked.

“I love this game, everyone should know about this." Arcanus swiftly corrected.

“Damn straight!" Christian laughed.

However, there was something that brought Arcanus out of the moment; a sensory feeling that only was triggered by the intent of someone coming close to the area. It was familiar, human, and easier to pick up than the other minds. The moment when he decided to pick up the intel from the human's mind…

That was when the violet dragon sighed and shook his head.

“Christian, you better watch that video a-"

At that given moment, Christian was already watching the video. How massive Deathwing had to be in the scaled images surprised him, not even Ancalagon could be as big as the armored dragon that broke a mountain and caused earthquakes on a massive scale. Such a burning and scorching of the seas and tides astonished the male… causing the dragon to pick off more images to analyze once it was finished.

“Never mind, Christian, just stay here and learn telepathy with your peers in a moment. I will take care of your bitches and your FBI intruder." Arcanus implied, looking to a slowly reacting dragon with a smirk before departing the dragon with a simple telepathy command to the recently turned humans to go to Christian…

And for the Dragon Sanctuary to start preparing for war.

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Location: UTPB Dorm entrance.

Five Minutes Later…

“Another headache…" Ross grunted in the midst of exiting his vehicle in the middle of the university's parking lot.

Already, he was disgruntled with having to deal with the unusually long traffic lanes, the abnormal number of elderly drivers slowing the modem of traffic, and police officers issuing tickets for said drivers breaching the limit.

There were so many strange occurrences that had the young man on edge. People were obeying the traffic laws a little too well, young men and women helped each other around, and the Churches were almost vacant, leading to scenes where a Priest or Pastor walking the premises oddly. Even the documented gangs of the city were out in the open, all of them acting… abnormally kind to the population and acting so completely different.

It was as if someone flipped the switch on the population.

And the headaches were so frequent that he had to delay the investigation by making a rush to the pharmacy and grabbing a couple of pain meds that were too expensive for even his own pension. However, the pain did subside upon taking them, allowing him to continue the OP. He was struggling to comprehend exactly what was going on with these people…

Was it dementia? An airborne virus? He wasn't feeling any of the effects of a disease or an illness in his system. Everything in his system that was encountering something was in his mind. The effects were that much of an indicator.

His thoughts were quickly interrupted when he realized he was on the sidewalk nearing the dormitories.

“Did I seriously walk half a mile and didn't realize it?" Ross asked himself as he looked to the soccer field in the distance and the dormitories that were closer. His realization soon made his headache get worse as he continued to walk closer to the series of apartment-sized buildings that were in row amongst each other. The aching burn the sun gave him even as he passed, caused him to further shake his head before pressing even further to cross the road.

The moment he crossed the street and neared the walkway leading to the main dormitory complex…

That was when he felt his mind sear into a never-ending flash of pain. The killing headache made it feel like he was hearing the loudest screech in his ears, his legs to give in, and his body to contort as he fell on his knees. He couldn't bear the pain any longer and let out his own scream of pain.

“What is this… pain!?" He screamed in thought. “God… make this stop, make it stop!"

In a single moment, the man felt nothing more than a cooling sensation into his mental psyche. It was as if his request was heard, only for it to give him a sense of foreboding on what can easily happen to him. He still kept his eyes closed, the throbbing reminder of the stinging pain was too much for his system. It festered in his system, like a scar in his mind.

The moment he opened his eyes, however…

That was when his heart nearly stopped.

One of the reptilian creatures stood right out in front of the dorm. He could see it as clear as day, towering a few feet above the six foot entrance at nine feet in height. With reflective and dark purple scales pinging from the morning sun, the beast glared at him while standing on all-fours. Its body was firm, glowing brightly even under the gaze of the sun, radiant. He could see it was of a draconic fixture, something he could not have imagined seeing standing in front of him.

When he noticed its glowing violet eyes… Ross knew he was in deep shit.

“Fuck…" Was all he could say before the purple beast walked up to him and towered over his frame.

“Get up."

Just hearing the creature speak perfect English spooked him to a point where he was standing up. His legs shook while looking up at the draconic beast, its close arrival was enough to make him try to think about pulling his gun…

“Try it and the pain returns, fed boy." The beast snarled. Its voice was deep and resonating quickly and with intent. “I know you want Marcus, what happened to him, and if he is alive. You will not know either way." Implied the male, soon walking around the man now.

“Is that because you've read my mind?" Ross grunted.

“No, logical deduction." That would cause the man to widen his eyes. Not only did he realize these things were intelligent, but they were capable of logical analysis. “And call us dragons, we are not simple creatures or animals like you think we are."

“Self identification, logical determination, protecting others… implication of a mental projection. There's no possibility that you should exist." Ross started, looking at the dragon that identified itself.

“Yet we are here and we are alive." The purple dragon implied as he would make it to the front of the man's point of view. “And your people cannot control us like they did."

“Like… who did?" Ross asked. A chill started to go up his spine at the line of questioning, but a nine foot tall dragon was not someone he was going to interrupt.

“Your friends in higher places. I know the FBI's an organization who isn't dabbling in experimentation… but your government sure is." The dragon implied, looking down on Ross as its anger was rising. He could hear the dragon's anger looming down upon him. It was as if the dragon's anger was focused on him, the pain and the resonation of fear was focused. Whatever happened to these dragons, whoever created them… something was bringing the terror out of them.

“What exactly do you want? I am not the guy responsible." Ross stammered.

“No, but your people sure are." The dragon implied, soon walking over to the sidewalk. “The Government, they're in on this. I am surprised you were the last to know, they were always intending on recovering a sample of our being, take what they can get before containment and extermination."

“Is it because you're a threat?"

“Because we refuse to be controlled!" The dragon roared. “If they had their monsters, who would they target?! What would we be intended for, civil suppression, genocide, military conquest?!" Snarled the beast, Ross merely clenched his teeth and covered his ears.

“At least he isn't yelling in my mind…" Ross would think to himself, before he felt it in his mind…

“ENOUGH!" The dragon bellowed in rage within his mind and spoke openly. “We will not be slaves, human. Tell your supervisors that much."

Ross could only back away from the dragon in fear, and looked at him with a silent acknowledgment. The only thing the man could do now was simply run to the parking lot where his car was located. When he turned around, however…

The dragon was gone, as if he was never there.

Just what did this Marcus character get into?

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Date: Sunday, October 19, 2010; Time: Afternoon

Location: Dragon Sanctuary

Marcus could scarcely believe what was happening to him. As a dragon, he had taken thirty more females after his breeding of the seventeen aquatic dragonesses. Under his tutelage as a broodfather, he had sired nearly three hundred hatchlings just by adhering to his own doctrines as a horny male.

However, as a father of a family…

Something had awakened in the young man when looking into the amber eyes of his first offspring. A daughter from the clutch of Aurora who bore green scales and an innocent, gentle mind. While it would be the dragonesses that named the child… this one he would affectionately name Jizara. She was one of a couple hundred hatchlings who had an imprint on his mind, causing the broodfather to be so unlike any in the sanctuary.

Under the many broodmothers' eyes and under Aurora's observation, Marcus was closer to his offspring than any dragon in their brood. The one hundred hatchlings he could not be able to see were taken care of by the rest of the broodmothers. However, the relationships and the apprenticeships Marcus had developed with the growing hatchlings grew a bond that could not be broken.

In teaching and raising his two hundred offspring, the dragon himself had learned a valuable lesson that had never been done before…

The true value of being a broodfather and a father. To raise and preserve the future was his duty, and to do so was to be a father who took action in the life of his offspring, one could not be whole without both the mother and the father. And when the two hundred had learned all they could from Marcus, he took charge of raising the remaining one hundred while the broodmothers raised the other two-thirds of the brood.

In truth, family was more than blood; a close bond of eternal importance to the brood and the ones who were raised in it. Marcus had encouraged a home, a sanctuary where the young could grow and develop in themselves. It was where his offspring could express themselves freely, and develop abilities which would help preserve the foundation of their legacies.

Due to this sensitive upbringing of hatchlings by a loving father and a large quantity of mothers, discoveries were made in the eight hours it took to see a brood mature into fully fledged dragons and dragonesses. These discoveries were made while the brood dwelled in a fully developed tribal silk shelter, with every dragon taking the time to hone small skills such as smithing, cooking, meditating, practice shooting, or dueling.

These small practices led to a draconic culture of Silk Blacksmithing, Draconic alchemy, telepathic psychology, development of Draconic gunsmithing, and Draconic Martial combat. A few notable dragons and dragonesses had discovered what Marcus understood as latent psionic abilities, a power that he himself had not expected to exist in his entire lifetime. What caused the dragon to swell with so much pride…

Jizara was the first to display these abilities, and the rest of her two brothers and sisters soon followed. It made the dragon curious about his offspring's abilities, his attention was mostly on them to understand what they were capable of… but in seeing the use of telekinesis, the enhancing of their own strength and stamina, and the extension of their reflexes were enough to realize their potential.

In this instance, he had surprised the broodmothers when they saw the dragon learning from his own young instead of the other way around. From Jizara, Marcus had endorsed her as the teacher of Psionics. He knew that having a celebration would tarnish the works of others and his respect for his other offspring. The dragon loved his mates and his young too much to be harmed by his hand, mentally, physically, directly, or indirectly.

And the outcome of this merely gained the broodfather a healthy family… a big family for sure… but a family nonetheless.

Marcus counted himself truly blessed for having the luxury of having this semblance of peace. In a matter of a few peaceful hours, the broodfather was given a decorated silk armor. With battle-claws, a tail-blade, and an auto-turret designed specifically for this setting. He found it very peculiar his offspring could develop such a complex weapon out of silk, but the information gathered on the surface was Texan… so he did not put it behind him of their abilities to do so.

The pillars of the Brood got him this far, all he had to do now was secure their future.

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Councilor Rancid sat alone in his rather small laboratory, sighing in observing another failed experiment. The dragon was in need of another exploratory mind in the matters of what he was seeking. Evolution, Silk manipulation, or even the production of their own robotics, tech, or even a form of currency that the Dragon Sanctuary can offer to the world's economy without the sacrifice of their own people; none of that were developing as he hoped.

If anything, his attempts to have these objectives extended to a brood or fifty in the city were met with delays and excuses. Many of their kind were more focused on breeding than coming up with better means to produce something. They were stagnant and becoming far too spread out.

“Where is Marcus…?" Rancid growled, pacing around his laboratory.

“Here," came the broodfather's voice. The yellow dragon was quick to turn to the dark violet armored dragon that stood at the entrance to the Councilor's laboratory.

“Goodness, what took you so long?" Rancid asked as he whipped around his table. His eyes scanned the dragons armor to examine what was going on with the male. “... and what is with the armor? I was not aware we were under attack." The Councilor chuckled.

“No, but my brood has produced, discovered, and learned a great many things, Councilor. My armor is one creation of many that my offspring produced. They are capable of so much." The armored dragon spoke whilst beginning to enter the room. Rancid soon witnessed Marcus walking into his laboratory with an escort of fifteen multi-colored armored dragons and dragonesses beside him.

The large number of dragons entering his lab was enough for the councilor to rush ahead and start clearing his tables for the group to start helping him with the trials ahead. They could see the councilor was without anyone to help him. The lab was cluttered, messy, and disorganized.

So, in seeing the councilor trying to clean up his workplace, Marcus turned his head to the side and sent a telepathic message that caused the young ones to start helping Rancid organize his workplace.

“Thank you," Rancid eventually said. He smiled at every armored dragon who had sought to help the male under the request of the broodfather.

Not long into the organized effort, Rancid's lab was squeaky clean. Every lab table was cleared, all items polished and free from any grime, counters cleaned, all documents sorted and placed in proper shelving, and the objects that were in current experimentation were placed in secure locations where a proper test could be initiated.

“No problem, Councilor. I have brought my brood here so that we could do what you requested yesterday. I do apologize for being so late, but now we can be able to press forward our technological development. We need to innovate to survive now, and it seems we are in need to prepare for what is to come." Marcus implied, looking to many of his offspring as he did so.

“Especially to protect our loved ones."

“Then we should begin immediately."

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Date: Sunday, October 19, 2010; Time: Afternoon

Location: FBI Field Office, Outskirts of Odessa

Ross panted after he parked his vehicle in the parking lot. His head throbbed even more as he was returning to the field office, the looming threat of the dragon race bellowing their desire to be free… whether that would be of humanity or from it. Ross's nerves shot up from the amount of fear the dragon put him in, especially the matters of what these draconic beings could do.

Telepathy, potential for becoming an eldritch abomination, or being a force that could end humanity?

He HAD to return to the field office with the information intact. However, there was something that bothered the man as he made the quick dash to the office. The parking lot was full of unmarked armored vehicles, many of whom were akin to SWAT vehicles than regular standard FBI or CIA coating.

Something was going on here.

It felt as if something big was going to happen.

When Ross entered the Federal building, John would be the first person he saw waiting for him. The man was looking at him with a blank and deft stare, looking right into him whilst the agent witnessed the CIA advisor before him.

“I see you have returned rather… quickly it seems. You have not sent for backup nor have you polished a report when leaving the premises." The CIA official inquired, looking at the man rather inquisitively. “And based on your GPS tracking, you sprinted out of the campus without even going inside the dorm."

“What happened there?" John asked.

“They were there." Ross spoke, recalling the encounter with the declared dragon race. “The creatures in our documentation appeared to me as an illusion in front of the dorm. However, their influence came as a mental pain, as if they could trick our minds as much as they can inflict pain upon it."

That brought John to recognize what Ross was saying. However, the male simply nodded and allowed Ross to continue.

“It seems we also have a grave situation. The creatures have adapted, they have identified themselves and projected their absorbing of intelligence from the populations in Odessa. They are intelligent, they have learned from our presence, and they are capable of potentially mental domination, infiltration, and the seizure of intel without breaching any evidence or digital vector."

“That is grave indeed…" John sighed, soon giving a look that made Ross very concerned for his safety. He understood that look in the man's eyes from somewhere, but it was something he didn't want to question just yet. At that moment, the man merely turned to the side and looked into the open air blankly for a few moments… before turning to Ross to question him even more.

“What did these things identify themselves as?"

“Dragons, sir. And they were adamant in being free, whether that is from humanity or of it… I am not so sure of the conclusions." Ross implied, but held back information regarding the dragon's awareness of The Government just yet. Something wasn't right, and the man's instincts were screaming at him for some reason.

“Oh… well, that is unfortunate. Go get some rest Agent, we will contact you for more verification while we document and verify your information in the city." Implied the Advisor, causing the man to look weary.

“No, you cannot go into the city, they will know what you're after."

“I am aware of that, Mr.Rodriguez. Go rest and recover."

“Yes sir," Ross replied. He would turn to walk towards the entrance.

However, something clicked in his head.

“Sir, what do you mean by-" Before he could speak anymore, a click sound rounded right behind his head.

BANG!

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Date: Sunday, October 19, 2010; Time: Evening

Location: Odessa Sewers

“Now tell me… what was the FBI trying to do here again?" Ancalagon grunted, the mewls of the once-human Jade ringing in his ear. He had been at it with the dragoness for several hours, his body bore down on the female with one thrust after the next. Breeding her was merely a convenience in his interrogation, making the female enjoy the company of a tender dragon making her loose cunt even looser was pleasure.

Doing this for as long as he did without getting started on questioning her was simply an excuse for his hunger to take advantage of some good pussy.

This time he was on top of the dragoness, hammering into her cunt while the female was laid on her back. With her scales layered in a coating of his white spunk and her body drenched in the fluids along a mixing of her sweat; her scaled body reeked so much of the dark dragons stench that she held a fumigating aura of his sex (alongside the fifty or so dragons that had their way with her previously). The black dragon growled under the fervent need to pump his hips forward and nearly unload himself inside her again.

While Jade was awaiting her coming climax and Ancalagon for answers, the memories of the last forty-eight hours started trickling into her head. However, the dragoness's answers would prove useful as she started heaving, awaiting the moment to catch her breath.

“Recon… mostly. They didn't say much." Jade panted, unable to touch her chest as her claws tried to move. Ancalagon still kept her arms pinned over her head, but it didn't stop the dragoness from spreading her legs even wider. “They were following a man, a young man." She sighed.

“Marcus…" Ancalagon confirmed.

“Yes, him…" Jade nodded.

“That man is becoming a worthy dragon among our ranks, so are you right now." Ancalagon hummed. The dragon looked into Jade's eyes as he kept her low. “Tell me again, why did the FBI use you?" He asked.

“They wanted me as a distraction, to keep the people away from getting too close to the sewer." Jade replied, moaning as her answer was replied with another buck and the filling of Ancalagon's monstrous cock. “Other than that… I just remember your dragons grabbing me and turning me. Everything else is history there." She sighed.

“Understandable, now I know you aren't a lying whore… that deserves its own reward."

In that single moment, Ancalagon would sink his shaft hip-deep into the dragoness before she knew it. The pleasures that sparked into the female resonated into the dragon based on her mental outburst of uncontrolled emotion. This was worth more to the great broodfather than the climax he felt… he snarled in affection in response to her breathless moans.

Eventually, that climax did come and the dragoness squirmed underneath him. She squealed and mewled harder than she had before. The tightness of a climaxing dragoness's insides made the dragon curl over Jade in the throbbing wake of his own orgasm. Even from the tip of his shaft to the base of his length, nothing could tear him away from the spilling of his seed into another fertile vent.

And when it was done, silence remained, with a dragoness too weak to move.

Ancalagon watched as Jade began to sleep, a sign he needn't press much further. All the dragon simply did now, was pull himself out of her drooling snatch and let her rest. To see her eyes rolling back and her eyelids closing shut, the slowness of breath gave him enough indicators to give her a place to rest. Being in a swamp sewer filled with silk was not the right place to rest.

So, the dragon bit the dragoness by the scruff of her neck and hauled her body to his sweaty back. Her large and thicc broodmother body was difficult to carry her, but it was not a difficult job for a bulky dragon like him. They didn't call him a broodfather for nothing.

After completing with his task and the journey back into the Dragon City was nigh, fifty of the dark dragons that had their way with the female slowly began appearing in the sewer, most of them with the young dragonlings that were her offspring. The large brood that Jade had produced created the mass numbers they needed to continue protecting the entrance to the Dragon City.

But when the dragon passed the first layer of protection… a voice rang in his mind.

“Are the memories confirming what she says?" Arcanus's voice rang in his mind. It was so sudden of a question that the dragon nearly lost his balance.

“Yes, she spoke the truth. They are after Marcus, to get to us." Ancalagon replied.

“That's what I figured. Take the dragoness in as a broodmother with some value in your brood. Help her start her new life, get her used to our… ever evolving way of life. If she wants to start her own life, so be it. We won't be like the humans who used and abused her." The dragon implied, ordering these specific tasks to someone he didn't truly know besides Marcus himself.

“And Marcus?" Ancalagon asked.

“He is… happy down there. That is what I can feel coming from the young man. He has learned a great deal since he went underground. It won't be long until he begins doing great things." Arcanus hummed in the connection, happy… content in a way.

“What do you see in him? He seems like an average human." Ancalagon asked.

“The human you know as Marcus is the very reason we haven't been discovered. He is compassionate, innocent, and he isn't afraid; not anymore at least. Marcus is becoming something better, that is more than what I have expected from the broodlords and their broods." Arcanus hummed in-between thoughts. “So long as we are alive and breeding in great numbers, we should keep our sanctuary safe and protected."

“Yes, we sh-" Ancalagon was about to continue, before something stopped his approach.

“The perimeter has been breached." Arcanus's voice lurched in Ancalagon's mind. However, Ancalagon witnessed fifteen younger males lifting their heads the same time Arcanus had declared the breach. That was when several broodfathers started to come out of their holes and began flashing orders to all of the dragons and dragonesses who were too young to fight to run into the dragon city while the others helped them evacuate.

Ancalagon growled and looked at a few of the fleeing dragonlings, his eyes glowing as he fixed an order to them. “Take this dragoness and keep her within the Brood of Ancalagon, protect her as much as you would protect our home." He declared, causing the three young dragons to rush to the Broodlord and carry the drooling dragoness as a group. Ancalagon would witness their struggle to carry her, but their calls for help were met with several more dragons coming to their aid.

To see Jade being taken to safety, Ancalagon sighed contently before turning to the scrambled numbers of the chaotic scene of fifty broodfathers and hundreds of capable dragons and dragonesses filling the maze that was the sewer system. They were preparing, recklessly pressing themselves through the slopes and the isles before every corner, aimless traps and ambushes in tight corridors.

The same attack pattern used in the first engagement.

Shaking his head, the Broodlord cracked his neck and dug into the deep recesses of his mind.

At that moment…

His eyes glowed a fiery red.

“This is Broodlord Ancalagon. Prepare ambush zones and flanking routes, it is time to show these humans who we really are!"

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Date: Sunday, October 19, 2010; Time: Evening

Location: Odessa Sewer Entrance, North Side

At the dimming light of sunset glimmering over the horizon, large cloud formations brewed over the fireteams as they locked their ordinance, equipment, and armor for the insertion. There were a total of fifty men, all of them were garbed in SWAT uniforms, with Kevlar vests handed to each and every single member of the unit.

A thunderous clap of a nearing storm rumbled the area in the distance. It was enough for the men to look at each other as shotguns, rifles, pistols, and ammunition were spread out from the armored vehicles. At this entrance, fifteen men were stationed to protect the entrance, while the rest of the fifty men stationed at this post were given one mission to complete. All across the city, there were many deployments like this being prepared in secret.

Seventeen entrances and nearly a thousand bodies in this operation. Someone wanted these creatures dead as much as possible.

“Sarge, why are we cleared for grenade launchers and HEAT RPG's? This is beyond overkill for a few animals that can be hit with armor-piercing rounds." Agent Allen questioned in his assessment of the situation. The young man was simply curious of the objectives their team was going to do now, especially since seventeen cities worth of SWAT units were reassigned to this city now.

“Don't question it Allen, FBI has deemed whatever is going down here one step closer to military action. We have to shut this shit down before that happens." The Sergeant spoke in reply, locking his mag into his assault rifle before grabbing a shotgun and pressing it onto the hands of Agent Allen. The blue-eyed, blonde-haired man looked at the brown eyes of the Sergeant, before nodding and taking the weapon. “Now stow your gear, stock up on Sabot rounds, sling your pack, and grab a HEAT bag. If we fail, many innocents are going to be victims of whatever this shit is."

“Copy that Sarge!"

Seconds after Allen spoke his piece, a bright flash of lightning beamed five hundred meters from the group; resonating with an ear-piercing BOOM! That was when the rain started to fall into the area and the many bellowed orders of command started to pick up over the comms.

“Common Everyone, move it! God and Command have ordered us to proceed, let's get moving ladies before the devils know we're here!" Bellowed the older man, cocking his rifle and turning on his light attachment to the AR. With a few waves and silent motions, Sergeant Rodriguez and his men proceeded onto their objectives…

In the solemn glow of the coming storm.