Page 22 of Dragon's Desire

“I will shoot you in your god damned face. Shut up about that in here. I don’t want… Commander Sharpe, good morning.” She said as her superior office approached Peter and Kiercy.

“Good morning agent, and Mr. Winthrop. I was just coming over to check on the status. I saw there was a report from last night, but wanted to get it from the horse’s mouth.” Liam said.

“We were just… drilling into it, sir.” He illustrated his point by pumping his forearm and twisting his fist. “Just getting in there, and penetrating right to the core of it.”

Kiercy rolled her eyes in disgust, and wanted to punch his thick head, but even the proposition made her wince from her own pain. Sharpe noticed her wince and asked, “You ok, agent? You look like you need medical.”

“Yes sir, it just got a little rough last night.” She responded.

Peter cut in, “Rough? Let me tell you what happened. First, we arrived on scene when the rave was already in progress. In an attempt to blend in, and create a bit of protection, I told Agent Carrier about witch bottles which we needed to fill…”

Kiercy desperately interrupted, “Up. We filled them up with an ancient recipe to render witch and warlock spells harmless to the people possessing the bottle. Then we surveilled the situation from above on a catwalk. Lights and music cut out, and Legermain announced himself on the loudspeakers and began using the weapon to create more victims.” Kiercy paused a beat to catch her breath.

“We moved to intercept and observed the perp wearing high tech night vision which I’ve sent to the lab for analysis. Many metahumans present decided to join up with Legermain and became obstructed his arrest. Mr. Winthrop evac’d us before we were murdered by an overwhelming force. Unfortunately I was rendered unconscious during our escape, and Mr. Winthrop dropped me here, per my request.” Kiercy finished her explanation, absent a few key details.

Sharpe nodded his head at the report and turned to Winthrop. “Does that match your experience? Anything you want to add?”

She stared at Peter with wide eyed horror; certain he was going to give a blow by blow of their love making, and while Kiercy nearly got wet at just the memory of it, she didn’t want to commit career suicide today.

Peter smiled back at her before turning to Sharpe. “Nothing to add sir. That sounds like a very accurate accounting of what happened last night.”

Just then, Kiercy’s computer dinged with a new email. “It’s the lab report.” She decreed. She opened it, and read for a few moments before sharing. So, the glasses were manufactured by Xander Technologies, and are military grade. Not something you can just purchase over the counter.” Kiercy paused before addressing the two men. “What does a warlock, who can create light with magic, or give himself cat vision, need with high tech night vision goggles? Just as importantly, how does he get access to something that should only exist in a military warehouse?”

“Great questions. If I were you, I’d take this to Xander Tech and poke around.” Sharpe said.

While her commander was speaking and not paying attention, Kiercy mouthed to Peter, ‘you’re a child,” and it was all Peter could do to keep from laughing at her annoyance. She quit when he looked back at her. “Yes sir. We’ll take these to Xander Tech today and see what they can tell us.”

“Okay, sounds good.” Sharpe said. “Keep me posted.” With that, he turned and walked over to the next agent he wanted status from.

Once her commander was out of earshot she turned on Peter again. “Yes, I enjoyed what we did. And if you have any ambitions of a return visit, you’d better stop trying to get me fired.”

“There, was that so hard, agent?” Then Peter waved his hands over each other quickly, until suddenly his right hand held a single stemmed rose. “For you. Give a little, get a little. That’s my motto.”

Kiercy shook her head in total disbelief.

16

PETER

Peter and Kiercy walked down to the parking garage, and he said, "I'll drive."

Kiercy laughed bitterly.

"I can take care of myself, you know."

"Are you really still upset that I saved your ass? Or are you upset I didn't fuck it last night?" he asked.

He didn't catch the entirety of her response, but he was pretty sure it might have included the words "Go fuck yourself."

When they arrived at Xander technologies, he watched Kiercy drive past several open parking spaces until she found one that had a car parked on either side. Well, he certainly had her stirred up. He drove up to a spot closer to the building, got out, and stepped in front of her.

"You may be better at dealing with witches, but let me do the talking in here," he said.

"Why? Because you're so good with people?" Kiercy was in a mood this morning. Not the mood Peter would have liked, but he could deal with this one just fine.

"Yes, and the fact that since we're hunting a witch, I'm guessing they might be a little suspicious of your loyalties in this matter."

Kiercy's nostrils flared, and she said, "Are you saying that I'd let this bastard get away with this just because he's a witch?"

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