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Tobias moved on, exiting just as Gables left the lot across from him.The SeaWing's eyes slowly opened, and Tobias exhaled in relief. He brushed a gloved hand across the LunarWing's shoulder. "Help him out, Eclipse, I'll try make up for lost time."
Tobias jogged out of the lot, moving on to the next door.
The card didn't work at first, but after a few tries the door clicked open.
Tobias slipped into the dimly lit lot, wrinkling his nose at the smell. Cages lined the back wall, only three containing dragons, CloudWings by the look of it.
Tobias rushed to the cage doors, still clutching his hand gun, but keeping the weapon below his trench coat so not to startle the dragons.
"We're breaking you out of here." He mumbled in Dragon, quicky wrenching each rusted cage door open. "Hurry, now. Everyone good? Good." He started back to the door, motioning for the CloudWings to follow.
"Pick it up," Gables said with an encouraging nod, sounding slightly out of breath as he jogged into the hallway. Tobias counted eight dragons exiting the lot behind Gables before he shook his head, shocked, rushing to the next lot door.
This lot contained quite a few young SkyWings, all trapped in two cages pushed up against each other. They appeared to be between the ages seven and younger, but with all the red, orange scales shifting to the back of the cage, it was quite hard to tell who was who.
And there were so many dragons.
So many dragons.
This space was completely unfit and inadequate for any dragon, especially such a number.
Tobias tried to calm the SkyWings, but as he approached the door, the dragons shied away from him, everyone fighting to be behind each other.
It was survival of the fittest.
They must have grown up here.
They must have been taught to literally fight. for. their. lives.
Tobias slid the key card over the receptor, flinging both cage doors open, backing away quickly. "We're getting you out of here. Join us. We're escaping The Scorpion Den."
Tobias took a few more fast, backwards steps to the door, then turned and rushed to the next lot door, feeling his neck and shoulders grow sticky with sweat.