While Bob's response team was undergoing their training...

Along the coast of Scotland, the sea poured into a cave. The cave was dimly lit, moonlight trickling through a small hole in the roof. The sea came up halfway through the cave, ending upon a rocky floor. Next to this floor, a small black head covered in fur poked out from underneath the waves.

“We’re aw clear, Yer Majesty! I cannae see naebody aboot.”

There was a quiet splash and a plume of water as a figure leapt onto the land, briefly stepping into the moonlight and revealing…an otter. An otter the size of a man, with pure white fur save for the black cross on his back. He had a cape of seal fur, and a small golden crown upon his head.

The Otter King had come.

“Well daena just stand aroond! Let's git a move on!”

Seven black-furred otters climbed out of the ocean, following the Otter King as he strolled into the cave. The group entered rocky tunnels, the pitch black darkness no obstacle for their keen senses. Eventually the Otter King and his retinue came to a halt. A cave lit up before them.

They approached to find a larger cave, lit by torches along the walls and rising upon wooden poles in the floors. Figures in black hoods and robes stood in a circle, chanting ominously. In the center of the group was a massive reptilian tooth.

“Ye soddy dunderheids! What dae ya think yer doing wit dae dang Mester Stoor Wormfang?”

The figures stopped their chanting and lowered their arms, turning to the Otter King.

“Ah, His Royal Highness himself! The Harbingers of the Dragon welcome you on this most auspicious night!”

“Ah daennae care, ya wee halfwit! ‘and it over, before Ah tan yer sorry hides!”

The man shook his head, clicking his tongue.

“Now now, Your Majesty, the rebirth of our grand lord, the Mester Stoor Worm, is a sacred occasion. We should not tarnish this night with the filth of violence.”

“Ah’ll tarnish yer head in dae ground! Ah’ve ‘eard enough, git going lads, show these sorry lots what it means tae defy the king!”

Black otters dashed into the room, leaping into the air. They curled into balls and slammed into the chests and stomachs of the cultists. The lead cultists held up his hands, unleashing a blast of fire. The Otter King leapt in front of his subjects, tanking the flames.

“So the legends are true, you are quite tough.”

“‘At be nothing! Yer just weak!”

The Otter King swung his fist, the cultist leaping back.

“I’ll call upon the ancient power of the dragons, I deciphered the mysteries of the dragontongue! Against me, you are naught but a mere beast!”

The lead cultist raised his hands, chanting in an ancient language. His voice rumbled with a deep echo, something like a thunderclap sounding as he spoke the final word. He opened his mouth and breathed out a ball of fire, surging towards the Otter King.

The Otter King raised a hand. A glowing blue circle appeared before his paw, covered in glowing runes. A ball of water shot forth, colliding with the fire in an explosion of steam.

“What, ya think ye can just chant sum magic words and take me down? Lemme show ya dae power o dae king!”

The cultist grunted and spoke more of the ancient words, a bolt of lightning surging from his hands. The Otter King rushed forward, tucking his chin down and tanking the lighting head on. He slammed his knee into the cultist’s chin. The cultist flew backwards, then flipped midair. His robes tore apart as two leathery wings pushed out from his back.

“Git down ‘ere and fight like a man, ye coward!”

“The day of the dragon cannot be stopped, not even by you! The Mester Stoor Worm will rise again, and lead the Harbingers of the Dragon to our rightful place as rulers of the world!”

“He’ll lead ya tae his stomach, he will!”

The dragon cultist began to chant, the massive fang glowing and trembling. The Otter King leapt into the air, fist pulled back. The dragon cultist stopped his chant and sneered.

“I have you now!”

The cultist took a deep breath and let out a jet of fire. The air tore itself apart as the burning inferno engulfed the Otter King, continuing into the ground, leaving a circle of bubbling, molten rock.

And then a fist collided with the cultist’s cheek, sending him plummeting into the ground.

“Gah!”

The cultist gasped once more as the Otter King landed on his stomach, smoke rising from his untouched fur.

“Read up on dae legends, boy. Ah told yae, takes more then sum fancy dragon words tae take down the Otter King!”

“Yer Majesty, Yer Majesty, what dae we dae wit the Fang?”

The Otter King turned to the fang sitting in the center of the cave.

“We cannae leave it ‘ere for just annae one tae find. Let’s go see what the humies are up tae.”

The doors opened of the ILS Headquarters. All the staff and guards stopped what they were doing, jaws dropping.

A man-size otter strode into the room on two legs, head held high. Behind him, seven black-furred otters followed, carrying a giant fang. The otter walked right up to the receptionist, who gaped at him.

“What? Ye nevae seen Royalty before? Go an’ call up yer boss, lady. The Otter King’s got summat she needs tae see.”

Londyn raised an eyebrow. She sat at a couch, a small table separating her from her guest on the couch across her. The white Otter King sipped on the teacup placed before him.

“Nae bad, but Ah’d prefer summat a wee bit stronger next time.”

“My apologies, Your Majesty, we’ll prepare a better reception next time around. So you’re saying this…fang belonged to some ancient dragon? And that it still contains said dragon’s power?”

“Aye, ye best lock it up real good. Ah’ll write ye some runes tae cover the more magic side o things. Ah figure ye got some fancy tech ye can use?”

Londyn nodded.

“We can place it the vault. We’ll make sure it stays safe.”

The Otter King nodded, and stood up to shake Londyn’s hand.

“Ah’ll git to it then. Ah cannae be away from my kingdom fer long.”

Londyn shook his paw.

“Understood, thank you for taking care of this. The ILS is honored to work with you, Your Majesty.”

The Otter nodded, and turned to leave the room. Linda went with him to guide him to the vault. Once he entered the elevator, Londyn rubbed her temples, and then walked over to her drink cabinet.

She had a feeling she’d need something stronger for this one.

Still, if otter royalty carrying magical dragon teeth was the weirdest thing she encountered today…she’d still call that a good day.

As the otters waited for their king to return and direct them where to place the fang, one of them let out a yawn. He leaned against the closest object.

Which turned out to be the fang, currently standing upright in the room.

Which subsequently began to tip over.

BANG!

The fang landed on the floor with a crash. All the otters and humans in the room jumped.

The fang glowed once with a flickering red light, and then was still. The otter jumped around the fang, examining it. Fortunately he found no damage on the fang, and he let out a sigh of relief.

No harm no foul, right?