((Please note: this is my version of this story – this version isn’t canon. Walker has his. Players’ story trumps fanfic.))
“You know, I’m thinkin’.”
Frank rolled his eyes at his boss, Fat Fingers. “Yeah?”
“I’m thinkin’, that I kinda like this military shit.”
Frank looked around. Indeed, the warehouse looked pretty nice. Frank had provided most of it, or at least access to it. Fat Fingers had money squirreled away everywhere.
He had just gotten a huge shipment of Dragon Skin armor, and was working on getting a few Howitzers. Fat Fingers finished counting the money and handed it to Frank.
Someone banged hard on the door – it was flimsy, so it easily broke apart. “Boss! Boss! Some guy–”
Then suddenly, a spear of blue flame engulfed the man and he turned into ashes on the spot.
Fat Fingers moved, his hand ducking under his desk for the Uzi. Frank had already drawn both of his. They heard footsteps, and stood at the ready. Footsteps continued, and a man filled the doorway. He wore a simple t-shirt under a brown trench, boots and pants. He didn’t look much like a hero.
“Which one of you fired an anti-aircraft missile three days ago?”
Frank looked at Fat Fingers. “Two guys out there, why?”
“That’s not what they said,” the man said, and blue flame erupted at his hands. Frank started firing the moment he saw that, but his bullets didn’t get past a fiery shield. The man moved next, heading right toward Fat Fingers. He got off a few shots before suddenly, he was grabbed by the neck. In a flash of fire and cinders, he changed into a black dragon.
“You did.” Then the man grabbed Fat Fingers by the scruff of his neck, and with a powerful flap of his wings, was airborne. He put a hole through the roof with a blast of fire, and yanked him through it.
“Do you want to know how it feels, to plummet to the ground from over twenty stories?”
“What the hell are you –”
The dragon-man kept going up. Then he stopped, hovering. Fat Fingers could tell that the man was exerting himself, holding him like this. He knew also, that no matter what, he was going to be dropped. The man yelled something and threw a huge blue fireball at the warehouse. The fire caught like kindling and all his military might went up in a huge almost nuclear burst of flame.
“Want to know how it feels?” said the man.
“No, put me down!”
The man’s grip slipped on his jacket and he did indeed find out what it was like to fly without wings.
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Comment: Continuation of Walker story.