60. A Monster License?

Elandra sat there, staring at Lance. Hearing that he would protect people took her by surprise. "How can you expect to protect everyone?" She wasn't wrong, he was one man, well, boy.

"Well, I won't be able to do it alone." Lance placed his glass on the table and sat back. He drank three shots of whatever that was in a few minutes. He was starting to feel the alcohol.

Elandra chugged her drink and sat her cup beside his. She took a look at him and poured two more cups. She handed Lance his glass and sat sideways on the couch, slowly sipping on her drink. "Then what is your plan?" She was now curious. Here is a highly dangerous man, one that she should arrest or possibly kill. But for some reason, she trusts him and believes he wants to help people. His story is unbelievable, but strangely enough, she believes him.