Hybrid: Chapter 23: Reunion

"No, you can't be, not here"

Wing backed to the door behind him. He didn't know what to think. He had missed his father, but not under these conditions.
Wing's father, Jargon, was a red feral dragon. He was about the size of a van, and had scars all over his scales, undoubtedly incisions the scientists made.
Wing's legs quivered and so did his voice

"Y-you left me,"

"Wing," his father whispered wistfully.

Wing felt himself crack on the inside, he had so many emotions, he couldn't control himself. He started to slide down the door he was using for support.

"9 years. That is how long it's been. That is how long I have waited for you."

Jargon slowly sat on his hind legs.
"Wing, I thought I'd never see you again." He said longingly.

Wing barely standing, half yelled, half cried, "I thought either you were dead or had given up on finding me!"

"Wing, I never would have stopped looking for you had I not been captured," he said surprisingly calmly.

Wing slowly stood back up.
"I escaped this place before, it's possible, and I'll do it again. Why didn't you?" He said angrily.

Jargon blinked, astounded.
"That was you?

"Damn right it was."

Jargon's face went solemn.
"They executed two of us because of that."

Wing slumped to the floor.
"Oh my god."
He was responsible for their deaths, innocents that would have been spared had he stayed. And if he escaped again, more would be killed because of him.

I can't escape on my own, I've got to take everyone with me.

He started scheming, thinking of a way to get out.
Jargon approached him slowly.

"Wing, it's not your fault. They're the ones who killed, not you."

"But what difference did it make? Those two are dead and now I'm back here."

The door behind them slowly started opening. Wing dashed over to his father, wrapping his arms around his father's neck. As the guards reached to separate them, Wing whispered into his father's ear.

"In three hours, rip out the tracker implanted on your left arm. Play dead, then take out the guard who comes in."

It was a gamble, but one Wing was willing to make. The pair made eye contact one last time before they were both dragged away.
As they led Wing down the hall, he focused on his plans.
He started piecing together things he had noticed and learned. If everything went to plan, it just might give them a chance.

They led him into a familiar small room with a couple of rectangular holes on the wall. Last time he was in this room, he was in a cage.
Wing felt a foot connect with his back, and he went tumbling down the chute, landing hard on his side. He slowly sat up as Rhaegos rushed over to him.

"Wing! Are you okay? What did they do to you?"

"Rhae! You're okay!" Wing exclaimed.

"Yeah I woke up just a couple of hours ago. What happened to you?"

"Long story. Look, we've got some plans to make."