[ WP ] The World of Magic and Mythical Creatures is closer to reality than the average person suspects . To fight the battles that normal soldiers ca n't , the nations of the world put together a supernatural taskforce ...

After a trip through touchy-feely security and down numerous walkways and hallways, finally Jonas was getting to the good stuff. It was business time, time to talk numbers, but he figured the tour would be a lesson in government excess, showcasing all the pretty toys he could rent out, if he played along. 
 
 The armory had a matt carbon-fibre type coating on all surfaces, it didn ’ t reflect the glaring white LED lights, and so long as one didn ’ t look up, their eyes weren ’ t painfully hit. Very clean, perhaps never used. Jonas knew expensive gear, and this little *candystore* had everything he ’ d been hoping to collect on his own. Maybe this job would be one of his breakthrough, yet-to-be-done career successes. 
 
 Other than the constipated looking Asian tech lady, who had been leading him without saying a damn word most of the time, there was a large muscled black guy, probably American, Jonas figured. 
 
 “ I ’ ve never actually been hunting, ” Jonas lied, as he reached for a rifle sight secured to the wall. 
 
 “ Well, it ’ s a treat. ” A large muscular man held his arm back firmly. “ No touching the goods, don ’ t want any of them getting greasy. ” 
 
 Jonas smiled broadly, liking the angry, older, roid-popper. Jonas recognized a Southern American accent and decided to be as smug a prick as he could. He was within reach of the bigger man. 
 
 “ You know, if you don ’ t want grease, getting out of America was the first right move you made. ” 
 
 Black guy grunted. 
 
 “ Never killed an army-man, either. ” Jonas gauged the man, but no further emotion came from him. It seems like the showdown macho bullshit was at a good enough level for now. 
 
 The guy was either a competitor, or a judge of some sort. He didn ’ t seem like a leader though, just a grunt like the noises he made. But why was he American? Didn ’ t Canada have its own cannon fodder? 
 
 The base **was** in Canada, not high on Jonas ’ travel destination wishlist, but the fee he had been promised was hard to pass up. It was an international base, or something, but did it have to be in the ass end of nowhere? 
 
 “ Please take a seat, the others will be in momentarily. ” Chen Lee motioned around. Jonas was irked by her clutched clipboard pointing the direction to a bench. 
 
 Falling back into the bench Jonas sighed. Feeling the material, it just didn ’ t seem like a regular bench, more lightweight, but durable. 
 
 “ I didn ’ t come here for a group interview, Chenny girl. ” 
 
 He ’ d done something. The temperature dropped immediately. God, the look her got was two levels darker than black from this uptight lady. 
 
 Actually, it was seriously wrong, because black mist was starting to draw out of her eyes into the air. What the hell? Jonas glanced at the other person, his black skin was nothing like the misty tendrils Jonas just saw. And apparently GI Joe saw nothing, based on his non-reaction. Maybe that ’ s normal for him. 
 
 Jonas looked back at the magic lady. Nothing out of the ordinary, other than a pissed off lady. 
 
 “ Do not speak to me that way. ” Chen Lee commanded, and something in Jonas clenched. Down there. 
 
 “ MY bad, my bad, sorry, sorry. ” Joans retreated. There was no tendrils of black mist, there must never have been. It was his imagination, because no one could do that. 
 
 Into the armory came another dame, more of a rocker chick by the looks of her boots, skirt and tights. A couple other nobodies trying to fool Jonas into caring that they were here. 
 
 Then there were the Suits. Old white men who looked like bureaucrats and pencil pushers. The type of men who hire out and don ’ t expect any disobedience. Jonas would play the bored and arrogant game, ignoring important information and just deciding what he needed out of the arrangement at the end. 
 
 “ All of you are capable individuals. But no one is ready for this job, without being thrown into the deep end. We ’ re leaving now. ” A pencil-necked pencil pusher announced. 
 
 “ What? ” Jonas asked. 
 
 The floor didn ’ t rumble, but it lifted suddenly, catching most people off guard. They all did their best not to looked stunned, although the government guys didn ’ t so much as flinch. 
 
 “ Mr.Jonas Therrin. I suggest you walk through that door, and take the co-pilot seat. ” 
 
 “ What? ” Jonas asked. 
 
 He scrambled through the door, a bit off kilter since they were definitely now rising. The next room was a small connecting chamber, then a cockpit door. 
 
 *Oh shit*, Jonas thought. Getting into the cockpit he strapped into the co-pilot seat. 
 
 “ What the hell is going on, buddy? ” He asked of the pilot. 
 
 “ First quest of the job, as they say. We ’ re going after a dragon. ”
