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Location: New Vega, Club Phymn, Room 172.

Time: 10:30am.

Year: 2245, January 11th.

I didn't open my eyes at first, but I could feel my legs twitch slightly whilst I rubbed my head slowly against whatever I was lying on; I listened to my steady heartbeat, and beyond that, something that was trying to overlap it still. My bed seemed to move slowly up and down, until I had realized that I wasn't exactly on my bed. I opened my eyes and looked straight into two deep blue eyes that belonged to a worn-green Dragon.

"Good morning, foxy." The Dragon moaned, stroking my back with one arm and leaning over, causing me to topple to his side. I wrapped both arms around him and pulled myself closer so that I could listen to the steady beats of both our hearts again.

I reached over to the bedside table, where a tall, cool glass of water was sitting; after downing all of it in one go, I eased back again and returned to my previous position on top of Damien, who was starting to pull me a little closer so that he could bite down on my ears softly. I could tell that I was still under the effects of Aura, but only slightly; my head started to nuzzle against Damien's without me noticing, and I could still feel a few small sensations running through me.

"I guess we should get up." I evaluated, pulling away from Damien slowly so that he wouldn't tear half of my ear off. The Dragon got up with me and got dressed; I, on the other hand, staggered into the bathroom, trying to wake myself up with a cool, refreshing shower.

It didn't take long to clean and dry off all my fur, by which time Damien was already dressed in his grey set of clothes again, and I was wearing my white Seeker-Jumpsuit again. I usually had two changes; one white and one black. Usually we'd make deliveries during the night, since the Scarecrows were most active during the day. The next thing I'd know, we'd be making all of our deliveries during the night, and sleeping with some random sod during the day. Something had to be done, but there was nothing I could really do about it.

The Dragon and I stepped out of the room and into the long, sleek corridors that made up most of the club. Over the few decades that I had been here, I had seen a few changes to the club; especially its build. The brick and wooden walls were replaced with some kind of smooth, light blue metal that was warm to the touch and lined with streaks that changed color as you walk further down; the lights were replaced with long rectangles that illuminated the soft carpet laid out in odd tiles.

"I prefer the floor in my room." I muttered, looking down at the soft, furry tiles beneath my feet. I raised my head and looked at the streaks of color that were slowly changing shape, following them with my eyes up to the point that I was brought back to where I was; I heard a light, monotone voice ring overhead.

"Kobalt Monday, you are requested to see The Administrator." The voice announced, causing me to jump slightly; "Thank you."

Damien glanced at me briefly and gave me a reassuring smile, which didn't really help; though I often got along with The Administrator, he was very unnerving when face to face. He was getting old in the years that passed; he was as old as three-hundred-and-fifty when we met for the first time, and sixty five years have since passed, leaving him with another hundred years at most. After that, more than a few people will throw themselves in the ring to run the club into the ground. I daren't try doing so out of sheer interest on the outcome; that, and I would just run it as The Administrator has done since New Vega was constructed, and that would be plain boring.

"I guess you have to go now, right?" Damien asked, facing me and leaning back against the wall. I leant against the opposite and nodded, stuck for words. I sighed deeply and continued down the hall quickly; The Administrator wouldn't appreciate me being late, or on time for that matter...

"I'll see you again, big Dragon." I said playfully, giving Damien a small smile. I often called him 'Big Dragon', since he always called me 'Little Fox'. It was a kind of game to us both, though Damien always put a certain tone to it.

He was always a mystery to me...

Location: New Vega, Club Phymn, Administrator's Office.

Time: 11:15am.

Year: 2245, January 11th.

I still had times when I zoned out; sometimes they would last for quite a while, depending on what I was thinking about at the time. Because of this, I only ever thought about big things when in bed; that way, I wouldn't miss anything too important if I zoned out for a couple of hours.

I stared at the large metal door, alone in the short corridor that ended right at it. Before going in, I cursed under my breath quietly with both anger and slight relief; if I had zoned out for any longer, then I would have gotten a good scolding from The Administrator. On the other hand, I was just thankful to have regained focus before such a disaster. Though The Administrator was a forgiving man, he always gave people that look that told them 'I'm getting tired of this'.

I pulled the door open and stepped into the room quietly, looking straight forwards. There wasn't much to see, anyway, other than a large rectangle of sunlight that pierced through the window on the other side of the room. The light was enough to make out that the room was completely circular, though the walls were completely bare and made out of the same materials that the corridors used; there was no furniture but a desk that was planted into the wall, and two large chairs in the middle of the room. I could make out a large silhouette that was sitting in the chair, with a dim outline of jet black scales and a pair of bright purple eyes.

"Good to see you're still alive, Kobalt." The Administrator said, picking up a small clipboard from his lap and looking at it with tired eyes. I could tell that he hadn't slept well or not at all for that matter. I stepped forwards and sat down on the chair facing him.

"You weren't expecting me to make it here?" I assumed, looking all around the room as a few rings of light started to fade in on the ceiling, illuminating The Administrator's solid black scales.

Dragons always had certain phases of their lives; first was the Hatchling phase, which lasted from one to one hundred years, at which time their scales are usually just soft, colored mirrors, and their eyes are practically large slits.

Next was the Adolescent phase, lasting another hundred years, during which their scales become worn, less reflective and harder, though their eyes gain multiple colors and change shape, like a marble but with solid color.

Adulthood was much like being Senior; it lasts for another two-hundred years, and their scales become much more solid in color and strength. Their eyes remain the same except for the colors, which become just an entire mixture in the end.

The last hundred years are spent as a Senior. Dragons become much stronger, their scales could break knives, and their eyes start to glow from green to purple to blood red. They were thoroughly respected and feared. It must've been a last burst of strength or power before they died; it seemed a waste for The Administrator to spend his time in an office all day.

"I always expect the worst." The Administrator replied, looking at me with his solid purple eyes and placing the clipboard back down on his lap.

"So what did you call me here for?" I asked wearily, rubbing my face with my hands; "Usually you just leave me with a note on what I need to do each day."

"This is different." The Dragon confessed, letting out a short sigh and lighting a small cigarette. "This is a job best suited to you; you've seen the worst that New Vega can throw at us."

"Don't mince words." I said, tapping my hands on the chair arms impatiently; "Just tell me what I need to do, and I'll do it."

"It's a rescue mission." The Administrator replied, expecting to throw me off. Unfortunately, I just curious as to how such a situation happened; Seekers were always careful ever since Scarecrows were introduced.

"It was a raw deal." The Administrator continued quickly. I didn't even need to ask him to get the answer I was looking for. "One of our new recruits was making his second delivery; the delivery point wasn't too far from the club."

"Are we expecting Enforcers or just a bunch of two-bit punks?" I asked, staring directly into The Administrator's eyes and slowly getting tired.

"Judging from how soon we found out about this." The Administrator continued; "I'd say it's just a bunch of punks; Enforcers aren't known for being clumsy. I need you to get the package back to us, and the recruit if you can save him."

"I'm guessing that I have to kill anyone that gets in my way." I assumed, shaking my head and breaking The Administrator's hold on my eyes. The Dragon nodded slowly and puffed a large cloud of smoke from the cigarette in his right hand. "So do we know what's inside the package?"

"Just a few vials of Aura." The Administrator replied, putting out the small cigarette. "Nothing special, though it can be re-sold for a lower price; better we re-use it for less, rather than just waste money."

"A good enough reason." I sighed, leaning forwards slightly; "Don't you ever care about people? You've barely told me anything about the recruit."

"It's not that important." The Dragon said bluntly, lighting another cigarette; "A simple Red Fox, enough experience to get the job done; besides, if you're doing the rescuing, why shouldn't you have to care?"

"I do, but you could at least show a bit of concern." I complained, looking directly into his eyes with determination. We often had small contests to see who would let up first. This time, it was The Administrator, who hid his frustration with a long puff of smoke.

"I've told you all I know. Now you need to get going." The Administrator said, putting out another cigarette and getting up. I copied his movements and looked at him with slight concern; he spoke as if he should know more, as if he was disappointed in himself.

I exited the room, let out a light sigh and continued down the corridor, back to my room. I hummed a quiet tune to myself and stepped to my own rhythm whilst thinking about what we had just talked about.

The Administrator was usually this rough, though no one ever expects it from him.

It was as if he enjoyed drawing people into these kinds of traps.