It had spoken to her. But why? Samantha was pulled back from her contemplative trance in the mission control center outside of the capital. She ran a hand through her hair and looked at the tablet in front of her, going over the latest on the dragon incursion. There was too much to try to process at the moment. The dragons were capable of telepathic communication, so why hadn't they tried to talk to humans at the start? Sam sighed and leaned back in her chair, letting her head flop over the top and stare upside down at the people and goings on behind her. People wandered to and fro talking quietly amongst themselves. Sine the dragons had come to Washington, the whole city was on red alert. Everyone was beyond tense, with the exception of Sam. She was far too lost in her own thoughts to let everyone else intrude.
“Samantha Marks?” A dark haired gentleman with golden green eyes starred at her unscrupulously as she sat starring off into the distance.
“Yeah? That'd be me.” She said losing her eyes, and sitting up to face him in a less ridiculous position. “What can I do for you?” the blood rushed from her head as she spoke and she shook it, exasperating the feeling of disorientation.
“You can start by briefing me on the mutations and the dragons...” He said tilting his head as he watched her carefully. Her face was bright red and she looked a little high honestly. Sam motioned to the chair across from her and ran her fingers across the screen, pulling up a few articles and placing it in front of the gentleman.
“There you go. That's all we know.” A smirk played on her lips, watching his reaction to the news feeds and articles. He rolled his eyes, clearly not impressed with her sarcasm. “I don't know what you're looking for me to tell you. The stories keep rolling in and we're all as lost as the next person. I'm just doing my best to try to hold off the big guns on the creatures.” Sam's tone dropped to a more serious one and she pulled up a draft of a letter she was working on with some colleagues to send out.
“Why would Washington declare an assault on a so far benign enemy?” The gents tone was mocking and Sam let the smirk return to her face.
“To calm the masses. Magic isn't real, it's just that giant lizards have resurfaced after thousands of years and the mutations are the 'natural course of human evolution'. Last I checked guns didn't fix anything but they're certainly trying.”
“We don't know that it's magic yet.”
“Ah the scientific approach is your crutch, is it? I want to hear your explanation then.” Sam leaned forward on to the table, resting her head on her hands. She couldn't help the condescending look, though at this point she wasn't even trying to hide it.
“Adorable. Why did they suggest you anyway?”
“Because I'm a reputable source that's had contact with a dragon.”
“Right. My name is Matthew Blakhorn, by the by.” Sam nodded and failed to hide the almost impressed look. Mr. Blakhorn had long led a team that had believed the dinosaurs could have survived longer than the preconceived periods, lending to the tales of dragons in the cultural tales of many nations. He'd actually been onto something a couple years back and then his funding was cut and there went his lead. Sam didn't hold much respect for many with crackpot theories but this was actually kind of interesting to follow.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Blakhorn.” Sam stood and offered her hand. Blakhorn stood and shook it.
“So... We have some work to do.”
“Yeah. So do all these people.”
“We're going after that dragon. And you're coming with me.”
“Oh lovely. Suicide missions are my favorite.” Sam rolled her eyes. Matt raised a brow and frowned. He really didn't need the added difficulty of a bitch who thought too highly of herself, but if this is what he got, that was that. Sam watched him for a moment and slung a backpack over her shoulder. “Have you been tracking the dragon?”
“No we're going in blind. Of course we've been tracking it.” Matt sneered and motioned towards another table. There was a map of Washington D.C. with flight patterns and data on the dragon. Sam looked it over as Matt discussed transport with one of the army men standing off to the side. She ran a hand over the map and then piked up a photo of the creature. It starred defiantly into the camera, as if challenging the person behind. Sam smiled a little and looked at the map again. Matt rejoined her and he nodded.
“Lets get going.” Sam nodded and followed Matt and the lieutenant outside to a waiting Humvee.
“I'm starting to think I should have studied engineering or something in college.” Sam smirked and let loose a little nervous chuckle. Matt didn't even so much as bat an eyelash at her comment. It's going to be a long couple of days...Sam thought and looked out the window watching the skyline of the city disappear into the horizon.
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