The dark hallway was threatening in the light of the creepy laboratory. It was even more scarier when the military commander stalked down it with his chief scientist in tow.

"Sir," The scientist began. "Sir!" He pushed his crooked glasses up over his nose, and fumbled with his clipboard. "I just don't think this is necessary! We don't need to–"

"Richardson!" The commander interrupted, holding up a hand. He stopped, and the scientist almost knocked into him. In the haste, the chief scientist dropped his clipboard. If clattered loudly on the tile floor of the hallway, and the scientist picked it up quickly.

"I've already told you, we are going to the dragon continent and we're going to take over their species!" The commander yelled, his angry voice echoing in the long hallway. His face was as red as a cherry; he'd had enough of repeating the situation to Richardson.

Richardson gulped. "Y-yes, Commander Jonson," he answered shakily.

Commander Jonson nodded. "Good," He folded his hands behind his back, and he resumed walking down the hallway, his black shoes clicking on the floor as he progressed. "Now, are the darts ready?"

Richardson hesitated slightly. "Well, see, sir," he started. "The poison isn't exactly 'dragon safe' and it might–"

"I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE DRAGONS' SAFETY!" Commander Jonson cried. "I just want them for their scales and wings! And for their strength; they can help the world in so many ways!" He looked at Richardson. "As long as we have a few that are alive, I'm okay with that!" His shirt was wrinkled from the outburst, so he cleared his throat and straightened his suit and tie.

Richardson was scared out of his mind. The thirty year-old man feared his boss. Any slip up could cost him his high-paying job. And he sure needed the money. "I-I'm sorry, sir, it's just I wouldn't want to let you down, sir, and ruin your chances of trapping an amazing species and using them for helpful reasons, s-sir," he gulped, his voice cracking a bit. The truth was he didn't want to capture the dragons; he didn't want to see mythical and magical creatures taken because of man's greedy reasons.

He hurried away from Commander Jonson with his clipboard in hand. Richardson swiftly walked to the laboratory to where he would test the poison. It would go in the darts that would tranquilize the dragons. He looked back once to see Commander Jonson's eyes boring into his back. The scientist gave a short yelp, and began running even faster, making the military commander chuckle.

But the commander's amusement didn't last long. The grin was soon replaced with an evil smile. Laughing menacingly, Commander Jonson folded his hands. "Those dragons are never gonna know what hit em!"