[Flayme]

"Ah bloody hell!"

Han was not in a good mood. This was one of the things he hated about this job. Most of the time it was fascinating, and it obviously was profitable, but getting calls in the middle of the night (Or what was now the wee hours of the morning.) like this was the worst. Especially when it was about one of the facility's prized dragons fucking miscarrying and losing apparently all eleven kits they already had buyers and reservations set aside for.

Therefore, it didn't take Han long to get ready at all. He had his pants and his lab coat flung in and he was out the door and in the car all the while still screaming on the phone. He reached the lab just twenty minutes later, seething. Was Reva here already?

"Reva!" He shouted as he entered. "Reva! Devin! Anybody, somebody! What the hell is going on?" He needed to get out to Avalon, and fast. Some was fishy, and it stunk.