Faana
"What right do you have to tell us how to run things here?" The man in military duds looked coldly at Blake as he kept his gun on him. "Tell me, where did the things go?"
"Hmm? What are you talking about?" Blake asked with a shit eating grin. He couldn't help himself since these people had no idea what was going on. He knew they knew there were supposed to be things inside the base, but he did not care about this. Because even if they fired at him from all sides, nothing would happen to him.
"Hmmm…. There is something interesting going on here…." A voice came from above, causing Blake to freeze. He had a really bad feeling as he turned and looked up. A young girl with dragon wings, a black scaled tail, and horns sat in the sky wearing his shirt. She looked no more than twelve to thirteen years of age. But Blake knew that she was probably many hundreds of years older.