《I, the last black dragon, 6 year old. (TOME 1 of the TIAMAT'S WARS SERIE)》SPY vs SPY
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I had to leave my sweetheart to go talk to Hissa.
Hissa:" My boy, I think you should investigate a little bit about Maille, she was staring at Georgie in the cafeteria and that was obvious. Besides, we have no more traces..."
I kissed Mom and said, "Is my little brother coming soon?"
Hissa: "Or a little sister...;)"
"Be careful... "
"you too, I'm going back to the Ranch, the academic year is over and it's the holidays now.
Brutus and I will do some work with our savings to set up the house..."
Me: "Here, Mom, here's some gold! I'm a dragon, and sometimes gold just comes up on a pile and I don't do anything about it... You need it more than I do."
Hissa:" But that's not right..."
Me:" If, in addition, we live under the same roof, right? Take the opportunity to isolate the barn from the house part. My wife and I want to be discreet, you know? We're not going to move, are we? No? It's better if we stay together..."
Hissa jumped around my neck and I loved her beautiful golden eyes. They shone with kindness and beauty.
Even with scales, Hissa was kind and her heart was certainly made of gold! Everything about her was sweet and she smelled like flowers and sunshine. Just because she was a lizard didn't mean she lizard, on the contrary, she did work! She thought of others before herself... I loved it. I loved it. And she had a lot of human friends now. There wasn't a day that she didn't have a visitor.
I left the base apartment and helped Hissa close for the holidays and we loaded into the truck what she had to bring back for the next 2 months. Curtains, and all kinds of fabrics she had to refresh at the farm.
I saw her leave with the car she had offered herself a few months ago as soon as she had passed her driving licence. Of course, the car was adapted to its anatomy with a seat without a lower backrest and steering wheel controls, automatic steering.
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She decided to drive seeing that it was impossible to have a cart and a horse...here and that a pick up was more practical or a small van.
We recognized her on the road. Even in flight. It was the slowest car and there was always a train of followers behind it. It did not exceed the speed of the horses. Too much speed made her seasick (car sickness).
Then I went to the mess hall to report to Higgins.
I greeted my fighter pilot friends in passing and their leader said to me, "Hey, Ivan, you know what?"
"No?"
"We are assigned to be your wingers and teammates... !"
I said, "Oh, what a surprise! Honestly, I'm glad to hear it! And why is that?"
Charlie:" We showed the video of your fights to the pundits when we surprised you and they thought you were... an air threat... You finally beat us and your fighting performance far exceeds our planes. You manoeuvre so fast and twist to avoid being hit. You learn fast and you know how to fight as a team and keep a formation..... Besides, your potential squadron leader skills are very good."
I said, "Great! Then we'll see you in the sky!"
Charlie: "I don't doubt it! And having you with it would be great too!"
Then finally Higgins came out on the threshold to free me from Charlie who was more senior than me.
Come and see, Ivan, look at this video.
According to our information, Tania was an officer of the Prometheus mission and was on the official casualty list, but not only is she here, she escaped portal surveillance, managed to teleport into the woods and we know it was her because she reused her computer access codes to conduct her own investigation.
But it has been transformed into a feathered Velociraptor, a particularly evolved and intelligent Deinonychus. She would have kept her spirits up, but she would have a weakness for Georgy/ie.
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The video speaks for itself....
SCENE of access to the computer, a panties on the head (web cam surveillance)
Georgie's computer being under surveillance by our counter-intelligence service, Georgie would be part of MI6 and perhaps even SPECTRE.
We suspect Agent Tania, also working for MI6, but since he has been disbanded, it is possible that she will join our intelligence service.
We suspect a secret service war between MI6 pro Allied USA and MI6 pro Allied Empire
The SPECTRE having made allegiance to the USA...
Your mission is to find Georgy, know Tania's intentions and if she joins the enemy, eliminate her. Be careful, she's a formidable assassin and a maniac you knife. It could be dragonized according to information we have from poor Isaac, who remained in Overseas France. She's also an explosives specialist and reportedly stole two nuclear warheads. She is even suspected of having created the portal for the English that the Chinese are now exploiting.
Our satellites indicate abnormal activity and military overproduction in Russia, China and Japan.
They have extraordinary reserves and their level of activity is identical to that of countries at war or in imminent preparation.
Here are some papers to go to the city in New York and the main port cities and one except drive for you to sleep in parks or military bases for the night, as you do not know how to stay human at night.
Me: "In fact, I'm having a harder and harder time staying human... I don't know why, but my body is tired and I should stay more often as a dragon. So I can keep my ability to be human."
Higgins: "It's a shame, but I think you'll get there."
I said, "Come on, hello, HOLIDAY!"
Higgins:" Why?"
Me: "MI6 calls her Mother or MOTHER?? No?"
Higgins: "HAH, well done!"
I went for a walk in the dormitories and I immediately felt the beast! The smell of a dragon...Tania...She went through there.
I open the door and what a horror!
"Everything is turned upside down! robbed and the bed completely lacerated and full of dragon hormones in heat!
Damn... her smell is working on me!
Is she crazy or what??? Besides, it's not the period....
I had to flee the room because I risked doing something stupid because of the pheromones...
"You crazy bitch..."
At least I could feel that one from afar.... Hey, not stupid... by following her, I could maybe go back to Georgie. Yes, but if she's following me.....
She must have safe houses.
Let's use my sense of smell.
I went out and put myself in a dragon and smelled the air from the base but the trace was in the air and vaguely showed the south...
New York...
Everything points to the south, counterintelligence, Tania, and SPECTRE.
What's going on over there?
I flew off following the trail.
Obviously Tania can fly....
I see footprints in the mud and some leftover hunting.
On landing I saw a carnage with human cattle. An unheard-of violence! the cow has been torn to pieces and there is blood everywhere! Not even eaten properly. Just to bleed her out...
Tania needs a lesson... to know how to live dragon.
Even as a child, a dragon remains a dragon...
I arrived in sight of the skyscrapers on the horizon and the smell stopped in a suburb by the sea near the fishing port.
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