[u][i][b]VATA & XIII[/b][/i][/u]

"Yup. That's me." Twain approached XII holding out a hand for him to shake. "I'm Twain. Nice to meet-ya." He smiled a large crooked smile. He had blue eyes that twinkled with wisdom and mischief.

"A plane...?" Twain and the others had heard the racket, but had not seen the dragon nor the plane. "Shit. That would be TIGER!." He ran his hands through his long salt-and-sand hair.

"Gemma." He shot to the girl. "We might not have much time. Look around for anything that looks important, bag and tag... I want the chalk, pictures of any runes left behind, anything else wierd."

He turned back to XII, Vata, and Alexander. "We are going to hitch a ride home with TIGER. I'd like you all to come with us. I know you don't remember what happened, but something important happened here. Something bad." He looked at the body on the alter, she was still covered in a strangers coat. "You might be able to help us figure it out, and we can defiantly help you get out of here alive. What do you say guys?"

[u][i][b]Charles & John[/b][/i][/u]

"That's John. Found him here..." Zesiro had handed John back his phaser. Zesiro knew most of the members of TIGER, their faces if not their names. The two teams crossed paths quite often, sometimes on missions, sometimes at HQ.

"I'm going to go off and distract the dragon!" John declared, and took off into the snow. 

"What the fuck?" Zesiro exclaimed but it was too late.

John was running fired his weapon at the big red beast. 

The dragon, with fire and molten metal dripping from between its teeth, looked up as the tiny beams of light touched its scales. Cocking its head to one side, then looking for the source of the irritant. 

"Ah... Nice knowing you John! Let's get the fuck out of here..." Zesiro turned toward the castle.