* * *
The long campaign was finally over.
And wed survived.
Or some of us had. The lucky ones. Myself, Tristan and his fellow snipers, and Bravomy squadhad come out mostly unscathed. However, there were numerous losses within the other squads, especially Alpha, the ones responsible for luring out the dragon. The casualties were high, but not unexpected. A strike that large was atypical for the Order; we were normally sent after dragons in teams, not a whole army. Because of the nature of the raid, the best soldiers from several Order chapterhouses had been pulled in to take out the dragon and its followers, Tristan and I included. The operation had required the full might of St. George, especially because we were dealing with the rare adult dragon, and the Order had taken no chances. We could not let the dragon escape and disappear into Talon. After the battle had been won, the army had dispersed, and wed returned to our home bases to await further orders.
For Tristan and I, that meant returning to the States and St. Georges western chapterhouse, a lonely outpost deep in the Mohave Desert near the Arizona/Utah state line. The Order had several chapters set up in England, the United States and a few other countries, but this was home for me and my teammates. Those who had fallen in South America were given a heros burial and laid within our barren, sprawling cemetery, their graves marked with a simple white cross. They had no family to attend their funeral, no relatives to lay flowers at their grave. No one except their commanders and brothers-in-arms would see them laid to rest.
The ceremony was simple, as it always was. Id attended many funerals before, watched soldiers Id known for years buried in neat ranks through the sand. It was a constant reminder and an accepted fact among the soldiersthis was what awaited us at the end of the road. After the ceremony, we returned to the barracks, several cots emptier now, and life in the St. George chapterhouse continued as it always did.
About a week after the raid on the hacienda, Tristan and I were called into Lieutenant Martins office.
At ease, boys. Martin waved to a couple of chairs in front of his desk, and we took a seat obediently, myself moving a little stiffly as my ribs were wrapped and still tender. Gabriel Martin was a stocky man with brown hair graying at the temples and sharp black eyes that could be amused or icy cold, depending on his mood. His office was standard for most Order chapterhouses, small and sparse, as the Order didnt believe in extravagance. But Martin had a red dragon hide hanging on the wall behind his desk, his first kill, and the hilt of his ceremonial sword was polished dragon bone. He nodded at us as he sat behind his desk, his lined mouth curved in a faint, rare smile.
Tristan St. Anthony and Garret Xavier Sebastian. Your names are making quite the rounds among the men lately. First off, I want to congratulate you both on another successful mission. I understand the killing shot went to you, St. Anthony. And, Sebastian, I watched you lead the beast away from your squad. And survive. Youre both among the best we have, and the Order is lucky to have you.
Thank you, sir, we both said at roughly the same time. The lieutenant studied us for a moment, steepling his fingers together, then lowering them with a sigh.
Because of this, he went on, the Order wishes to send you on another mission, one slightly different than what youve been used to so far. You are both exceptional in the fieldwe hope you will do as well in a more...delicate environment.
Sir? Tristan asked, furrowing his brow.
Martin smiled grimly. Our intelligence has informed us of possible Talon activity taking place in Southern California, he said, eyeing us each in turn. We believe they are using this spot to plant dragon sleepers into the population. As you know, sleepers are insidious because they appear completely human, and Talon has trained them to assimilate to their surroundings. Of course, we cannot simply march in and take out a suspect without proof that it is a dragon. The consequences for such actions would be dire, and the secrecy of the Order must be maintained at all costs. But you both know this.
Yes, sir, I replied when he looked at me. He waited a moment, and I added, What would you have us do, sir?
Martin leaned back, rubbing his chin. We have done extensive research around the area, he went on, and we believe that a new sleeper will be implanted there soon. We have even narrowed it down to the town, a place called Crescent Beach. His gaze sharpened. More important, he went on, we have reason to believe that this sleeper will be female.
Tristan and I straightened. Destroying all dragons was the Orders holy mission, but the females of the breed took top priority. If we could take out a femalea dragonellthat meant fewer eggs would be laid, and fewer dragons would be hatched each year. Talon jealously guarded their dragonells; there were rumors that most of Talons female population was kept locked away for breeding purposes and never saw the outside world. To find one away from the organization was a rare, golden opportunity. Killing it would be a huge blow to our enemies, and another step in winning the war.
Yes, Martin said, noting our reactions. So you both know how crucial this is. Talons sleepers begin their assimilation in the summer, observing, blending in and making contacts for the organization. You will both go undercover and be on the lookout for any dragon activity, but, Sebastian, we want you to get in close and flush the sleeper into the open.
I blinked. Me? I asked, and Martin nodded. Tristan sat up straighter; even he seemed stunned. Go undercover? I thought. To a normal town, with civilians? How? I know nothing about...that. Being normal. Permission to speak freely, sir.
Granted.
Sir, why me? Surely there are others more qualified for this kind of work. Im not a spy. Im just a soldier.
Youre one of our best, Martin insisted quietly. Killed your first dragon at fourteen, led a successful raid on a nest at sixteen, more kills under your belt than anyone your age. Ive heard what the others have been calling you latelythe Perfect Soldier. It fits. But there is another reason we chose you. How old are you now, Sebastian?
Seventeen, sir.
Most of our soldiers are too old to pass for a teen in high school. That, or theyre not experienced enough. We need someone who will fit in with a group of adolescents, someone they will not suspect. Martin leaned forward again, regarding me intently. No, when the captain asked who was the best to send for this job, even though Id rather keep you both in the field, I recommended you and St. Anthony. His hard black eyes narrowed. I know you wont disappoint me, or the Order. Will you, soldiers?
No, sir, Tristan and I answered together. Martin nodded, then picked up a thick manila file and regarded us over the edge. Briskly, he tapped it against the surface of the desk three times, then held it up.
Everything you need to know is in here, he said, handing me the folder across the desk. I took it and flipped it open to reveal fake birth certificates, social security cards and drivers licenses on the first page. You have seventy-two hours to memorize everything in that file, and come up with a plan for exposing the sleeper. When you find it, take it out. Call in reinforcements if you have to, but make sure it does not escape.
Yes, sir.
Good. Martin nodded. I suggest you hurry. There is no set time for eliminating your target, but you will want to flush it out before the end of the summer. Otherwise, Talon could relocate it, and the opportunity to kill another of the devils will be lost. His black eyes narrowed. I also do not need to remind you boys to be extremely cautious when dealing with civilians. They can never know of us, or the existence of Talon. Secrecy is crucial. Is that understood?
Yes, sir.
Very well. Martin waved a hand, and we rose with twin salutes. You depart for California at the end of the week. Good luck to you both.
Ember
The ocean wasnt cooperating today.
I glared at the deep blue water, scowling as it lapped against the fiberglass board I straddled, bobbing me gently on the surface. Id been sitting here for twenty minutes, the sun beating down on my head, and the only waves Id seen werent fit for kiddie pools. I shouldve listened to Calvin yesterday when hed said the water was going to be flatter than the caterwauling Lexi called singing. That had earned him an annoyed smack from his sister, but he did have this sixth sense about the ocean, when the waves would be highest and the water perfect for boarding. Today was not one of those days.
Oh, come on, I thought at the ocean, at Triton or Poseidon or whatever fickle sea god happened to be listening. One wave. Give me one proper wave and Ill admit defeat. Ill leave you alone if you just give me one good ride. Preferably before the sun goes down and I have to go home.
The sea gods laughed at me, and the ocean remained calm.
I sighed, carefully lying back on the slim board and gazing up at the sky. Like the ocean, it was a flat, perfect blue. A seagull soared past, its black-tipped wings spread wide to catch the breeze, filling me with nostalgia. I remembered swooping the air currents, the sun warming my wing membranes, my tail streaming behind me as I flew above the clouds. Running, skating, surfingthey were all a blast, but nothing compared to flying.
Though riding a fifteen-foot wave as it roared onto shore was the closest Id ever come to that pure adrenaline rush.
Id be happy if I could get an eight-footer today.
Another pair of gulls glided overhead, mocking me with their high-pitched calls, and I wrinkled my nose. What I wouldnt give to forget everything and go soaring through the clouds with the gulls and the pelicans. Especially now. Ever since her arrival, exactly one month ago, when Dante and I had come home that evening to find two adult dragons in our living room.
* * *
Change of plans? I managed as the female dragon continued to watch me, a faint smile on her full red lips. Are...are you here to take us back?
The womans smile grew wider, and slightly evil, I thought. No, my dear, she said, making me slump in relief. But, in light of recent events, the organization has decided it would be best to accelerate your training. We she gestured back to the dragon behind her will be taking over your education for the summer.
What! No, that couldnt be right. The summer was supposed to be oursthree months of freedom with no trainers, lessons, rules or responsibilities. The final stage of training was supposed to happen after the assimilation process, when Talon deemed us ready for human society on a permanent basis. I thought the organization sent us here to blend in, I protested. How are we going to do that while learning...whatever were supposed to be learning?
My voice came out high-pitched and kind of desperate, and the woman raised an amused eyebrow. I didnt care. The walls were closing in and my freedom, tiny and fragile as it was, was slipping out the window. I wasnt ready for this, not yet. I didnt know much about the last stage of training, only that it lasted several years and was specifically tailored to whatever position Talon had chosen for you. I could be destined to become a Chameleon, the dragons who occupied positions of power in human society. Or I could be shunted in with the Gilas, the grunts and bodyguards to important Talon officials. There were other positions, of course, but the important thing was every dragon had one. Ut omnes sergimus, was Talons motto. As one, we rise. Every dragon had a place, and we all had to work together for the good of the organization and our own survival. Only, we didnt have a choice in where that place would be. I couldnt even speculate what I wanted to do when I grew up. There were a few positions within the organization that sounded okay, that I wouldnt completely hate, but it was useless to hope for anything outside of Talon. I was a dragon. My whole life had already been mapped out.
Which was why I had so been looking forward to the summer, one final hurrah before I had to become a responsible member of the organization. Before I became a full member of Talon for life, which was a very, very long time for us. Three months, that was all I wanted. Was that too much to ask?
Apparently so. Scary Talon Lady gave me an amused look, as if she thought I was being cute. Dont worry, my dear. I didnt like her smile at all. I will make certain you stay on the right path. You and I will be spending a lot of time together from now on.
That ominous smile lingered a moment before she turned to my guardians, waiting rigidly nearby. And remember, humans. Her poisonous green eyes narrowed. Absolute discretion is key. Be certain that they use the alternate exit to the rendezvous point tomorrow. We want nothing tracking their movements, or questioning where they go every morning. No one is to see them leave, or return. Is this clear?
Dante and I exchanged a look as Liam and Sarah quickly uttered assurances. Great, more rules, was my first thought, followed almost immediately by, Wait, what alternate exit?
Scary Talon Lady turned back to me, smiling once more. I will see you tomorrow, hatchling, she said, and it almost sounded like a threat. Bright and early.
When they left, I turned immediately to Liam, who sighed, as if he knew what I was going to ask. This way, he said, motioning us both to follow. Ill show you where you need to go tomorrow morning.
We trailed him down to the basement, which was cold and mostly empty: cement floor, low ceiling, washer and dryer on the far wall and an ancient weight-lifting machine collecting dust in the corner. Beside the machine sat an inconspicuous wooden door, looking like the entrance to a bathroom.
Liam walked up to the door, pulled out a key and unlocked it, then turned to us.
Under no circumstances are you to tell anyone about this, is that understood? he said, his voice low and firm. We nodded, and he put a hand on the doorknob, then pulled the door back with a creak.
I blinked. Instead of a bathroom, a long, narrow tunnel stretched away into the darkness. The walls and floor were rough cement, not natural stone or earth, so someone had obviously built this, maybe as an escape route. I shouldnt have been surprised. Our old school, the place Dante and I had grown up, had several secret exits, in case we were ever attacked by our ancient enemies, the Order of St. George. We never had been; Id never seen a soldier of St. George except in pictures, but there were surprise emergency escape practice runs every month or so, just in case.