Inferno (Talon #5)(81)

“Let’s go.” Dante turned, and the vessels surrounded us, silent and threatening as they closed in. “The Elder Wyrm is waiting.”





RILEY




Things weren’t going well for us.

Too many. There were too many of them. Around me, the air was filled with darting, swooping dragons, but many of them were the metallic gray, silver-eyed clones who never gave up and never seemed to get tired. My own dragons were putting up an incredible fight; after the initial shock, the hatchlings and dragonells, instead of meeting their enemies head-on, began using teamwork and group tactics against the single-minded, predatory clones. They even began using St. George to their advantage, luring a vessel into chasing them, only to fly close to a group of soldiers, who would immediately gun the enemy dragon down. The Order had retreated behind crates and vehicles and whatever obstacles they could, taking cover against enemy dragonfire. They were doing a good job of picking clones out of the sky, but they, too, had been pushed to the defensive. It was only a matter of time before raw numbers overwhelmed us.

But we had to keep fighting.

I gave my tired, aching wings a flap and dove toward a pair of vessels pursuing a hatchling, slamming into one from above and sending it crashing to the ground. The other turned on me, whipping around like a damned snake, and lunged. Its jaws closed on a wing joint, and I snarled, ripping and snapping at it as we plummeted from the air. At the last second, the dragon’s jaws loosened and I shoved it away, but barely had time to open my own wings to slow the fall before we both crashed into the ground. The impact snapped my jaws together and drove the breath from my lungs, forcing me to lay there for a moment, dazed and gasping.

“Riley!” a voice snapped in my ear, small and artificial sounding. After a confused moment, I realized it was Martin, speaking to my through the earbud. “Get up, dragon!” the lieutenant barked, making me frown. “You have hostiles closing on your six, and none of the men are close enough to help. If you can hear me, respond!”

Gritting my teeth, I pushed myself upright, and found myself surrounded by clones. Four of the bastards had closed in and were tensing to pounce.

My chest ached, my wings shook with exhaustion and I could feel the sting from a dozen or so gashes all over my body, but I planted my talons and snarled a challenge. Come on then, you bastards. If I die here, at least I’ll take all of you with me.

“My God.” Martin’s voice was a breath in my ear. He sounded stunned, but I didn’t dare take my attention off the circle of dragons closing in on me. “I don’t believe it.”

The first vessel lunged with a howl, jaws gaping…and was abruptly snatched out of the air as a forty-foot scaly body passed overhead, casting me in its shadow. Eyes wide, I looked up as an enormous Eastern dragon curled effortlessly into the sky, the twitching carcass of a vessel in its massive jaws. Tossing the body aside, Jade coiled around and flew back with a roar, smashing aside two vessels that leaped at her and catching a third in her jaws as she streaked past.

My pulse spiked, and a tiny ray of hope pierced the darkness of my mood. “About time you got here!” I called as the Eastern dragon circled around again to hover several feet overhead. “I swear you disappear just so you can come back at the most dramatic moments, don’t you?”

I didn’t know it was possible for a dragon to raise an eyebrow, but somehow the Eastern dragon managed it. “And you have the strangest way of showing appreciation,” she replied in that cool, slightly lofty voice. “Especially since—what is the Western term for it?—the cavalry has arrived.”

With a roar and a blast of wind, two more long, snakelike bodies soared overhead, manes and whiskers trailing behind them, to join the battle in the sky. One of them, a dragon with gleaming red scales and a golden underbelly, was slightly smaller than Jade. But the other, a turquoise-blue male with onyx horns and ridiculously long whiskers, was enormous, probably sixty feet from nose to tail tip. They sailed past us, momentarily blocking out the sun, and continued toward the fighting.

I gaped at the two behemoths, then glanced back at Jade, who gave a faint smile. “I made a promise, did I not?” she said. “I said I would return with help, if I could. Granted, only two of my kin decided to make the journey overseas, but three shen-lung are certainly better than none. Certainly, we are more than a match for these abominations. Now…” She raised her head, eyes glittering as she stared at the vessels, who had certainly noticed the appearance of three huge Eastern dragons and were whirling around to attack. “Let us see if we cannot turn the tide against Talon. I assume Ember and the others are already inside the laboratory?”

“Yeah,” I said, and opened my wings, ready to launch myself into battle once more. “Hopefully by now they’ve made it to the main chamber and are setting up the explosives. We just gotta keep Talon off their backs till then.”





EMBER




I followed Dante and his vessels down the long, dimly lit corridor, despair and resignation making me feel hollow inside. We had failed. We had given this our all, and had come up short. Talon had been one step ahead of us at all times, and now, everyone I knew was going to die. Riley, the hatchlings, the dragonells and the Order; they were still out there fighting Talon, not knowing that we had been caught. They would keep fighting until Talon killed them all, down to the last hatchling, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it.