Jesper turned to the dragon. "Alright. How about you let our friend go, without freeing the other dragons, Larry?" His voice was filled with reason and sincerity. "None of us would want to hurt you, and I'm sure the lab workers will start to enforce more humane rules. If not? Well, I'll blow their brains against a wall." He gestured to the sub machine gun, slung across his back. (Or in his hand, if it doesn't have a strap.)