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Some sort of dragon experiment gone
wrong?”
    She needed to keep the creature talking to
give her time to plan her escape. She couldn’t fight it—the only
thing she could do was limp really fast. But where? Light
seeped in from behind the lobby. It was one way out. Could she make
it that far before the demon tore her to shreds like grated
cheese?
    “I am a Duyen demon,” answered the creature.
“I have existed long before the time of men, when your world was
merely wasteland.”
    The demon moved its head from side to side
like a snake. “You are different from the other agents, you
seem…unprepared.”
    Zoey faked a laugh. “Well, it’s been a crazy
day you know—papers to file—bad guys to catch.” She stole a look
behind the creature, searching for a weapon or anything she could
use to fight with, but she couldn’t see anything useful.
    “Has your team abandoned you?” asked the
demon. “Where are the rest of your despicable agent friends?”
    A wicked smile spread across the blind
creature’s face. “Unless you are here all on your own. I can smell
your fear. I can almost taste it—you are on your own,
aren’t you?”
    Zoey pressed her mouth shut. The situation
was getting worse by the second.
    “Now why would they leave such an innocent
little girl on her own?” said the demon leaning forward. “How very
curious…”
    “Maybe I’m suicidal,” said Zoey. She took a
step back.
    The creature laughed. “No matter, I’m going
to kill you now, little girl. Agent or not, it’s your time to die!”
The demon spread its wings and leaped forward—
    A blinding blast of orange light shot
through the air like a firework and hit the creature in the chest.
The demon shot backwards as if it had been hit by cannon fire. It
wailed as it fell to the ground in a ball of fire, flailing its
limbs in a desperate attempt to extinguish the flames.
    A teenage boy and two men raced towards the
flaming creature. They hauled themselves easily up onto the
platform. The teen had a V-shaped weapon in his hand that looked
like a modernized slingshot. The two men held red weapons that
looked like jumbo-sized water cannons with glass barrels on the
top. Orange liquid fire glowed from inside the glass. They ignored
her completely and trained their weapons on the demon as they
approached it carefully.
    “You’re in violation of the Mystic Treaty,”
said one of the men, with a business-like expression on his face.
He looked like a young bank manager on casual Friday, not overly
handsome, with trimmed brown hair, polished black boots, jeans, and
a smart-looking black leather jacket.
    “Article number 6-A,” he continued,
“ trespassing through another dimension without authorization
from the agency, and the killing of humans is punishable by
death . You are well aware of the laws, Duyen.”
    Black steam rose from the demon’s scorched
body, smothering the theatre with a rotten flesh stench.
    “Your laws, not mine!” it growled. “I care
nothing for your treaty, Agent . Contracts conceived by
humans mean nothing to us. I will rip the flesh off your
bones!”
    With a flap of its singed wings the demon
shot up in the air and came down at the man with destructive
force.
    “Now why did it have to say that?” said the
same man with a smug expression. “Agent Lee, some assistance.”
    Just as the creature was about to rip out
the man’s throat with its talons, both men raised their weapons and
fired at the same time. Two balls of liquid fire engulfed the
winged demon. It hit the wall and slumped to the ground, howling in
pain and anger. Within seconds the fire consumed it like a piece of
paper. The demon disappeared and ashes fell to the ground like
blackened snow. The Duyen demon was no more.
    Zoey was mesmerized. The man called Agent
Lee slipped his gun back into a fold in his long black trench coat.
With his shades, he looked ready to walk the runway for the new
clothing line of FBI outfits. He was younger than the