Origins of Newark: The Rise of the HeavyMetal Dragon Chapter 8


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I came into the garage to see Dragon working on a slick ride while I had been hunting up a heavy cruiser and maps on possible relocations. He looks up at me.

“Hey. What you think?”

I frowned. “It’s nice. Who you steal it from? I told you we need something with a lot of armor on it and room for my kids to sleep protected.”

Dragon grinned. “I bought it after working a couple of jobs here and there and selling the garage.”

I stared at him. “You sold my garage for this toy car? Are you insane.”

Dragon was still smiling. “I did a lot of work on this bitch. It’ll get us where we need to go in a hurry and in one piece. Hey could you pass me my hammer on the desk?”

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I turned picking up the hammer then stared at it and felt the heavy weight of it. This wasn’t mean. “Where the hell did you get this thing?” I asked handing it to him and then I stared as the damn thing glowed in his hand now.

Dragon shrugged. “It’s my hammer. I used it to do some work on the ride to get us where we need to go. You got the maps?” He said hitting the hood of the crusier. It glowed for a second. Dragon smiled and looked at me. “I improved it.”

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I sighed and got the maps out and put the biggest on the wall. Dragon came over frowning at it and pointed at a spot. “There. We make it there and we’re good for a bit.” He said but I noticed him glancing at a spot in the east past the the Outlands.

“You keep looking over there. What’s there?” I asked.

Dragon shook his head. “A project I want to start. It’s a long one and will take me some time. So we make it to this spot it’s good for land space and it has a decent town removed from the shit going on here and about.”

I looked at the distace. “That’s a hell of a distance from here to there. You sure this ride can make it?”

Dragon grinned nodding. “Oh yeah. It will make it. I got food for the the trip and packed your tools in the trunk. You ready to head out Pops?’

I chuckled and rubbed his head. “What the hell? Let’s make a move son.”

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Warm regards



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