Feeding Dragons by Catherine Rose

FEEDING DRAGONS
    Catherine Rose
    Smashwords Edition
    Copywrite Catherine Rose
2014
     
    This eBook is licensed for your
personal enjoyment only. This eBook may not be re-sold or given
away to other people. If you would like to share this book with
another person, please purchase an additional copy for each
recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or
it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to the
retailer and purchase your own copy. Cover art copywrite Catherine
Rose. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. Please
note this is a work of fiction any resemblance to persons living or
dead is purely coincidental. All characters engaged in sexual acts
within this work of fiction are stated to be eighteen years of age
or older. All rights reserved. Except for brief passages quoted in
reviews, newspapers, or other media no part of this book may be
reproduced by any means without permission of the publisher. Thank
you.
    Authors Note: Material may contain
words that some may consider taboo, blasphemous, racist, biased and
in poor taste. In other words-it may be pretty damn nasty! The fact
is that some people are deeply offended by a sneeze so that being
said if you are one of those people that gets offended at every
little thing and spend your day worrying about how to be
politically correct; please go no further. Stop-now! If you read
further it is at your discretion.
    Access to minors is strictly forbidden!
If you believe you might be offended by the material do not read
it.
     
     
    THE HALLWAY seemed endless. Heavy doors
on either side lacked windows and delicate flowing black symbols
printed just above the security locks allowed each room to keep its
secrets since I couldn’t read Japanese.
    The lab coats trailing
behind Kobayashi ignored me completely yet the two security guards kept hitting
me with loaded glances that had me feeling as if I had already done
something for which I should be ashamed or arrested.
    I knew this nuclear inspection was the
first conducted this deep underground since the accident and I was
going to do my best to ensure I followed every protocol. I would
make no mistakes. Yet for all my internal cheerleading there was no
way I could ignore the guards silently telling me they didn’t think
I would measure up. When one leaned in to the other and spoke in a
tone which dripped with contempt I felt my chest grow rigid with
anxiety. Their disdain hummed through the air and tainted
everything around me cranking up my anxiety level until my stomach
felt sour.
    Rocking to a stop I waited
for the next step in the process. I watched as the three Japanese
scientists stood silently while Kobayashi pressed his face forward
into a retinal scanner. I heard a mechanical voice rattle off
something from a hidden speaker box. Kobayashi answered back in a rapid
burst of hurried words and did something I could not see with his
hand. A loud click snapped through the air. I heard a whirring
pattern of a noise followed by a series of deeply recessed sounds
that thrummed down the cavernous space.
    The door slid open and the scientists
stepped through in single file. I followed mutely. I had taken
maybe ten steps when I no longer felt the presence of the guards
behind me. I glanced back seeing only the sealed door and realized
they had remained back on the other side.
    When I asked how much
farther we had to go before we reached the inspection site Kobayashi bowed his neck
slightly and said it was just a few more moments to walk and then I
would start the cleansing process prior to being granted access to
containment level four. I thought they were being overly cautious
as I was here to check for radioactivity not air borne infectious
vectors such as Ebola or the Lassa virus.
    He motioned me to his side and gave me
a calm measuring look as if he was unsure about something. Giving
me a smile that did not reach his eyes he lifted his arm as if
about to take my hand but a