Page 60 of Serving my Dragon
I stiffened. No need to tell Juan we’d found them. He was already texting.
“Can’t believe the other team fucked up and we got called in. Sucks for them. They won’t be getting a cut of the fat bonus,” exclaimed Nasal Twang.
“Bah, we’ll make even more when we sell the story. I didn’t believe Blake when he said we were hunting for a dragon, but goddamn if that thing don’t have wings and it talks!”
“Shh. You don’t want him hearing you,” warned Nasal Twang.
“What’s he gonna do? Shoot me?” chuckled Deep Voice. “He needs us. Besides we’re on the same side.”
“Were,” another male entered the conversation. “Consider yourselves fired.”
Bang. Bang.
My eyes widened and I looked at Juan mouthing, Were those gunshots?
Judging by his grim expression, yes.
“What the hell, Blake?” a woman exclaimed. “Did you just shoot Murray and Victor?”
“Unknot your panties, Sally. We didn’t need them anymore, so might as well. The fuckers were planning to sell us out.”
“Those rats. Guess they didn’t read the non-disclosure agreement.”
“They won’t be disclosing anything now. How did your chat with your cunt friend go?”
“Leigh’s not a cunt,” Sally huffed. “But she is being stubborn. Don’t worry, she’ll come around and help us with the dragon.”
“She’d better, or she’ll eat a bullet as well.”
“Try to not be too hasty. The dragon seems attached to her. Until you or I form a bond with it, she’s necessary.”
“Fuck being friends with it. A thing like that only understands strength. Bruise it a bit and it will fall in line.”
“Beat the dragon and it will hate you.”
“So?”
“So, don’t be surprised if it turns on you,” Sally interjected. “Better to make it dependent on us, gain its trust, convince it to cooperate.”
“I am not catering to that creature,” was Blake’s sour reply.
“Have you forgotten what happened in Canada when they tried to grab the male from the trailer he was living in? The extraction team barely escaped with their lives.”
“I’ll kill it before I let it torch me,” exclaimed Blake.
“No, you won’t, because it’s worth nothing to us dead.”
“There are other eggs still to be found.”
“Assuming they’re viable. I’d rather work with the living dragon we already have. We’re so close, baby,” Sally crooned. “Once we get back to the US, just imagine what comes next.”
“More money than we can spend,” chuckled Blake.
“Exactly.” A short silence before Sally added, “When is this damned storm going to end?”
“Not soon enough. I want out of here.”
“Since we have some time to kill, want to celebrate? There’s a couch in the office.”
