The dragon is
about fourteen to sixteen feet long and three metres high. Its scales are the
same green as Narszara’s sword and cover creature’s entire body. Its wings are
massive and leathery like a bat.
The dragon
drops the beast and rips its other arm off with its claws before pinning it to
the ground.
Sensing defeat
its defeat, either the Machine or whoever is controlling it activate its self-destruct.
The Machine’s internal circuitry explodes and pops until only the outer casing
remains.
I was hoping for
something useful from its wreckage, but I can still study the armour the
Machine uses and look for weak points in its design.
But first, I
have to deal with the dragon.
As I walk
towards the beast, it swiftly shapeshifts into Narszara. The Norgardian is wearing
her new armour, the first time she has worn it in the field.
I can’t say
I’m surprised as Narszara has a dragon motif to her and given her level of
power, the idea of her being able to turn into a dragon isn’t that farfetched.
Most of those
watching us however seemed to be deeply impressed by the mysterious Narszara. While Narszara is a known member of the League and has been seen in public,
she’s not an active crimefighter like the rest of us. The primary time she has
been out of base is when Narszara is escorting the Rileys when they go out in
public.
Her power
level and set aren’t known to the public so there has been lots of speculating
about what Narszara can do, especially since she took out Vengeance.
I bet now
people are going to believe she’s a powerful shapeshifter.
Now what to do
with the remains of the Machine? My first thought is to take them back to base
to study them in the lab, but safety always
comes first.
While I may
want to study, I am not about to bring the enemy in the heart of my base of
operations, even if it is ‘dead’. Especially when who knows what could be
inside? The Machine could easily be a Trojan Horse and I wouldn’t know until it
was already inside the base.
So taking back
to the lab isn’t an option, but I still want to study the Machine and I need
somewhere with the equipment to do which I don’t need to worry about
compromising security.
The perfect
solution hits me in a moment of Eureka and I call my Aunt Mary’s Warden phone
number, using my own Sentinel number.
“Hello Sentinel,”
answers Aunt Mary, “I’m assuming this to do with news at the moment.”
“If you’re
referring to Machine, then yes,” I reply, “I would like to study the Machine,
but taking it to the base is not an option.”
“Agreed,”
agrees Aunt Mary, “I’m going to assume you want to use my lab in Defender
Tower.”
“Yup,” I
reply, “If you don’t mind that is.”
“I don’t,”
says Aunt Mary, “When can I expect you to arrive?”
“I’ll grab one
of the arm and Narszara will carry the rest,” I reply, “While I can make the
journey in about fifty minutes, Narszara is slower than me so it’ll take about
twenty to half an hour longer. And we’ll need to make police reports first.
We’ll already got a bunch of officers on the ground.”
“Understood,”
says Aunt Mary, “I’ll be waiting and inform the folks here that you’re coming.”
And with that,
Aunt Mary hangs up.
“Narszara?” I
say as I approach her.
She is
standing by the Machine’s wreckage where no one has dared approach her yet.
“Yes milord,”
replies Narszara.
“We got to
make police reports than we’re taking the wreckage to Defender Tower in
London,” I tell her.
“Aye,” is
Narszara’s reply.
I turn to face
some of the police officers as they tried to form a barrier around the wreckage
of the Machine. A pair of reporters, including the one I
saw earlier, are trying to get through.
I sigh
internally. I hate dealing the media. They always try to twist your words and
the situation to make things more interesting for their viewers. And if you
complain to them about that, they do their best to portray you in a bad light.
The last thing
I want to do after a hard fight like that is have to explain what happened to
the press. Especially since they’ll want to know more able Narszara.
My spirits
pick up as I spot Inspector Oakley exit a newly arrived police car. As the guy
in charge of crimes relating to powered or gifted people and the liaison to the
League of Heroes, we see a lot of each other and get on well.
It doesn’t
hurt that he knows my secret identity and has kept it secret. I also believe
that he has been able to piece together some of the others’ secret identities,
but if he has, Oakley hasn’t given me or anyone else any hint of it.
“Hello
Inspector,” I say as walk towards him, Narszara following me in tow.
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