In the hidden fortress , Buff , the commander of the 3rd Wing , was in the presence of Astrolabe , the Seawing in charge of the base and it's units.
"One of our soldiers spotted the target head northeast ,"
"Towards the town of Possibility . " finished Astrolabe. "You are dismissed ."
Buff hastily headed towards the door ,held open by a aide .
"Please bring in Crab ." he told the aide . The aide nodded noiselessly and went to search for Crab . Probably reading one of those abominable scrolls about grammar instead of reading about war tactics . He mused .
A few minutes later , the aide came back with Crab . He rubbed his eyes.
"What do you want ?" He unsuccessfully tried to stifle a yawn.
"How many agents do you have in or around the town of Possibility ?"
"One,sir."
"Tell him his target is Trogon ."
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Trogon flew over the dusty,dirty,downtown of Possibility. He planned to stay with his friend , a Sandwing named Sandgrouse .Sandgrouse was a former Outclaw of low ranking and had retired to a small apartment in these suburbs. What Trogon hoped was that he would be willing to give him shelter.
He stood outside the tiny apartment complex,dust rising from his scales. He entered the threshhold , and climbed up the flimsy rope ladder. Trogon knocked twice on the door ,and entered in [Sandgrouse never answered the door ."That rug salesdragon" he always complained]. A uncomfortable silence reigned . Trogon entered into the small kitchen . The old dragon was lying on the floor. Trogon ran to the old dragon's side , and saw something gleaming in Sandgrouse's neck. A dart.
Poison. He realized .Hit the neck artery .
Just then a dart hit the floor next to his head with a small thunk .
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