“Alright guys we have a set of Combat a set of uniforms ready for you three.” Steven instructed, “in the room to the right there will be a rack, with them so suit up.”
When we had our uniforms on, they felt like they were a few sizes too small and too baggy at the same time. They had a khaki jacket with color coordinated undershirts with hosters, complete with green survivalist pants and combat boots.
“Are you sure these are the right uniforms,” Connor asked, “they feel tight.”
“We’ll resize them later, but if you three don’t get out there now a lot of people will die…” Steven ordered. We looked at him for a minute, waiting on a location. “Down the street to your left.” He answered the silent question and we were off.
It wasn’t hard to miss the serpentine dragon, for he was about the size of a subway train.
“Well then, Uh guys, we probably should, keep him in a single area?