“Hans, what do you see?”
“Credits… and a lot of them,” Hans replied. “I’m glad we heard about this place. I’ve never seen animals like this. We should be able to get a lot for them on the black market.”
“When are we going in, Zeb?” a third man asked, kneeling on one knee and staring at the structures below.
“Tonight,” Zeb responded, spitting on the ground.
“That’s an old warrior. He’ll put up a nasty fight,” Hans said, lowering the vision magnifier in his hand.
“Crag can handle him,” Zeb stated with a shrug.
“It won’t be easy. These dragon-shifters are a mean species. They’ve got that golden thing, too,” Hans cautioned.
Zeb turned to look at Crag. A large man called a Drugunulite, he could turn his body to almost solid rock. The dragon might scorch him, but he couldn’t turn him to a
