[ WP ] You hunt exotic animals that have escaped , after a series of some unfortunate events you are now hunting for a dragon through New York .

The most shocking part of the evening was the utter calm of the countless multitudes that flooded the crowded city. Sure, New Yorkers have seen almost everything, but I was not aware that “ almost ” actually included at 30-foot fire breathing flying lizard. I bumped into a well-dressed man in suit and jacket carrying a leather briefcase who stepped back into a puddle earning myself a brusque “ watch your fucking step ” followed by a muttered “ asshole ”. I thought about pulling out the heavily modified P90 I kept under my jacket but I was already half a block away, and besides I was only licensed to kill highly modified genetic organisms, and caffeine laced DNA didn ’ t quite meet that bar. 
 
 Meanwhile my prey continued its uneven flight uptown. Technically it was not a dragon in the biblical sense, but a heavily edited komodo dragon. Sometimes I really wondered what those guys at Los Alamos were actually trying to achieve. Of course the military had promised some national defense application but had been vague on the details, and I suspect that a well worded grant from a bored scientist had more to do with my prey ’ s existence than any actual well thought out defense purpose. Still I guess every program has its growing pains, but at least Australia seemed to have learned its lesson after the platypus incident. 
 
 I ’ d laughed when my handler said I was being deployed covertly on a mission to NYC. I ’ ve done city work before, but usually for smaller “ collections ”. Rats were a preferred research target so of course I had spent a lot more time under the big apple than in it. How, I though, was I going to hide the fact that a fucking dragon was flying above a city of 10 million people. The point turned out to be moot. No New Yorker even looked up, they never even saw the dragon. Sure the tourists would stand on corners and point up, but this did not attract the attention of the locals any more than it ever had. The tourists themselves seemed to assume that if everyone else was ok with the hovering green beast that it must be a normal city thing. 
 
 I saw it come in for a landing near central park and quickened my pace figuring that the shit was about to hit the fan. I found my dragon was lying stretched out along the coble stone walls that surround the park, just a few 10 ’ s of feet from the Met. The cries of terror I expected were not audible, instead I heard cheers and applause coming from a circle of people who had surrounded the dragon. In front of him, but within the circle formed by the crowd, was a knocked over kabob cart and he was lapping up small balls of meet with a flick of his tongue. The owner was nowhere to be seen, but people were throwing small denomination bills and coins into the overturned cart as they applauded. 
 
 Sighing, I called my handler over the secure line in my headset. 
 
 “ I ’ m gona need some backup for crowed control. ” 
 
 Then after a second of though where I considered how poorly suited their usual camo was going to be in this crazy city. 
 
 “ Dress them up as clowns, or zombies… or both. ” 
 
 Edit: took some liberty with `` exotic'' hope that's cool 
 

