Damian nervously walks out of the trees, looking around the open area spreading out in front of him. He's questioning everything, mostly his sanity, while walking over to a big rock in the middle of the clearing. One last quick check of his phone to confirm the place, and then he waits.
It all started that morning, when one of the International Rescue operatives - Becca - had sent him a message about her associate. According to his captain he needed to learn to work with them, and today's the day he'll meet them. Best part, the files don't specify who said associate is. And he's nervous.
A crunch of leaves behind him shakes him up from his thoughts, and he whips around with a hand flying to his weapon, before stopping the motion when he recognises Becca. He sighs, clearing his throat a little before speaking with fake confidence.
"Hi, you must be Becca, right? Sorry for immediately reaching for my guuuUUU- GET DOWN!"
In a flash he moves, diving into the woman to get her behind the big rock with his gun drawn. He aims, breaths shaky, as Peregrine slowly walks onto the clearing.
Peregrine - how did such a big, vicious beast get named after a bird? - froze. Pupils pulling back, she snorted, head lowering, wings raised. A deep, rumbling snarl bubbled from her throat.
Those eyes… they were the eyes of a predator, green pools of death. If the grim reaper was real, was there any doubt that he’d look like this?
The eyes of the dragon were replaced by human ones as Becca finished moving quickly around him. One gloved hand rested atop the barrel of his gun, pressing slowly until it pointed down.
“Damian, it’s okay,” her voice held so much conviction, absolute confidence in the primal creature just yards away. Turning her head slowly, she tipped it slightly as her gaze focused on Peregrine. The dragon lowered her wings, though those pupils remained sharp and feline. “She won’t hurt you. You just startled her.”
Becca rose to her full height - not much beyond the average for 2060 - and smiled, IR blues stark against the clearing.
“Lesson one of dragon handling: try not to startle them.”