>>> 2015-03-01 13:08 UTC+10; 1.3km from location of distress signal.

Michael smirked wryly as an agent passed him some cake and started to methodically eat it. Cake increased their abilities, but it also made them targets for the Ace Hunt. And in this case, that was exactly the point.

‘Alright there, mate?’ Ash asked, chugging down some water.

Michael flicked away some black hair from his eyes. ‘Am I ever?’ He didn’t wait for a reply, leaping into the air and morphing directly into his dragon form.

His bones ached for a moment after the transformation, before the cake kicked in, and he dragged in a breath of air and screeched into the air. His dragon form was long and wingless, but that had never stopped him from propelling through the air.

He relished the flight, pushing energy and energy to fly higher, to be as flashy as he bloody well pleased, because these were the only times he could. The sky was deep blue and there was not a cloud in sight, for all that it was the first day of autumn—typical Melbourne, of course. The air was warm, cooling as he climbed higher and higher, leaving a trail of gold and red behind him.

He could almost sense it, the attentions of the Ace Hunt, dark and malicious and falsely pure.

Other agents spread around about him, some in dragon form, some riding their dragons. His tongue flickered out, and he could taste the power.

It would undoubtedly draw the Ace Hunt. The only question was whether it’ll draw them away in time.

Michael screeched again and started to draw the ace-aro symbol in the sky.