Draco was looking over his new whip in the comfort of his room.
He had done some experiments on it and found that it was cut resistant!
The electrified sword artifact had failed to cut into the whip's leather, and Draco imagined that it would take an artifact of similar power to do so.
Draco was interrupted from his experiments by Amber, who called out to him from outside the door.
"Draco, sir. I want to ask you something about the prisoners." she said.
Draco answered the door and saw Amber standing there with a conflicted expression on her face.
"Ask away." Draco said, a carefree smile on his lips.
Amber sighed and walked into the room, closing the door behind her.
"So, what's your plan for them? It's not like there's any room for them here. Also, one of them seems to paralyzed or something." she said worriedly.
Amber continued, "He keeps looking at everyone with a scary look in his eyes. It's worrying the other staff."
Draco's smile faded when he heard this, "He's what now? That won't do." he said, cracking his knuckles and walking out of the room.
He stormed over to Yougo's paralyzed figure.
Since the man was clearly paralyzed his soldiers hadn't bothered to tie him up, and he laid on the ground pathetically.
Draco walked up and slapped Yougo across the face and then pulled him up to look into his eyes.
"I heard you're making my people uncomfortable." He said, frost in his words.
Yougo's eyes showed his terror, and he mumbled something.
The man wasn't able to form proper sentences anymore, but Draco guessed that he was denying doing anything wrong.
Draco snorted and picked Yougo up, turning to carry him into the soldiers room.
Addo was in the room and watched Draco with curiosity.
Draco threw Yougo on the ground and turned to address Addo.
"Watch over this slimy f*ck. He can't do anything, but he's making the scientists uncomfortable so I'm going to keep him in here." He said.
Addo nodded his head, understanding his duty.
Draco left Yougo to his fate and returned to the residence's main room.
The other two robbers looked almost as miserable as Yougo, and they worriedly watched Draco as he approached them.
The robber who had been shot several times was being attended to by the other female scientist.
The scientist was currently pulling a bullet out of the robber's arm with a pair of medical pliers, and the man was crying out in pain as she dug into his skin.
She took the bullet out and dropped it into a metal tray with a clink.
As she wrapped the bullet hole up with a bandage, Draco approached and put a gentle hand on her shoulder.
The scientist looked up at Draco in surprise, evidently distracted with her work.
"Thank you for your help. I want to try something out, so step away for a moment." Draco said.
The scientist nodded her head and stood up, backing away a few feet to watch Draco.
Draco pulled the silver pendant from his neck and held it in front of the wounded man.
"Put a hand on this." Draco told him.
The man looked at the pendant suspiciously, but he eventually realized what Draco wanted and placed his hand on it.
Once he did, something amazing happened.
The man grunted in pain as his skin rapidly regenerated where it was pierced by bullets.
Draco watched with undisguised curiosity, for the bullets in the man's skin were being seemingly pushed out!
The blood soaked bullets fell to the floor around the man, and the tissue around the wounds was re-knitted until only pink skin remained.
'It seems that this pendant can heal most wounds. I wonder what the extent of its powers are.' Draco thought, impressed.
This spectacle was being watched by the rest of the people in the room, and they crowded around to get a better look.
"Incredible!" Draco heard Amber shout behind him, walking up to examine the man's body closer.
"I've never seen something like that before." she said, awed by Draco's artifact.
Draco smiled nonchalantly, "Amber, I need you to translate for me." he said.
He continued, "Tell the prisoners that they have two options. They can join me and serve my cause, or I can leave them paralyzed like their old boss."
Amber relayed the message to the prisoners, and they both began to frantically say something in Arabic.
"They're willing to cooperate." she said.
Draco smiled, "Now, tell them that they will stay tied up for the time being. I will release them when they have a chance to prove their loyalty." he said.
When the prisoners heard this they nodded their heads, simply grateful to be given an opportunity to live.
Draco was satisfied with this, and he turned to address everyone in the room.
"Everybody! Prepare your things, we're going to be leaving this city. I have business to attend to in Benghasi, so we'll be heading out shortly." Draco announced.
Everyone began to head out and gather their belongings, but Draco suddenly remembered something.
"Right! Amber, I've been meaning to ask. What's the exchange rate for Libyan dinars to US dollars?" he asked.
Amber scratched her head, "I'm not sure the exact ratio. From what I remember, 5 US dollars is around 1 dinar." she said.
Draco clicked his tongue, 'A million dinars seemed like a lot. But in reality it's only around $250,000.' he thought, doing some quick math.
However, Draco wasn't too dismayed.
After all, just a few weeks ago he considered a few thousand dollars a lot of money. He was also still in possession of many artifacts and gold coins.
Draco didn't know the true monetary value of artifacts, but he imagined they were several times more valuable than everything else in his possession.
"Thank you Amber. Go ahead and collect your things, we'll be leaving in an hour." he said.
Amber left and Draco went to his room to find Snow already gathering the valuables from Draco's bed.
Snow smiled at Draco when he entered the room, "Hey Draco, I'm just putting all of your stuff together." she said.
Draco smiled back at Snow and walked up to kiss her on the forehead, "Thanks. I hope you're not too shaken up over what happened earlier." he said to her.
Snow shook her head and laughed, "Oh please. I've seen so much bloodshed and murder in the past few days to last me a lifetime."
Draco helped Snow put all of his treasure into the chest. After exchanging all of his jewels and a large sum of gold coins, his remaining riches fit neatly inside the chest.
Snow had also carried his box of cash into the room. When Draco looked at all of his wealth sitting atop the bed, he wondered if this would be enough to start his operation.
'If this isn't enough, I'm going to need to find ways to make some more money.' Draco thought, brainstorming some ideas.
Snow interrupted Draco's train of thought by pulling on his sleeve.
"Draco! Pay attention to me." she pouted, annoyed that he hadn't heard anything she just said.
Draco chuckled and patted Snow on the head, "Sorry, I was just lost in thought." he said.
Snow smiled and looked at Draco with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"How are you gonna make it up to me?" she asked.
Draco smiled naughtily, "Well, we still have some time." he replied.
Snow gave Draco a knowing look and went over to the bed, bending over on the edge.
She pulled her robes up to her waist and let Draco get a good view of what was under them.
Or rather, what wasn't under them.
Draco chuckled when he saw that Snow wasn't wearing any panties, and he loosened his robes to partake.
***
While Draco was digging into a delicious meal, the Qaleat Eayima was floating through space.
The Qaleat Eayima was a massive spacecraft that also served as a base for some of the Khalid Dynasty's strike craft.
It looked like a futuristic aircraft carrier, and it was the only one of its kind in the entire world.
The carrier was hundreds of meters long, and after it had left the Earth's atmosphere its surface had become enclosed within a dome that protected it from the vacuum of space.
The Qaleat Eayima had reached its destination a few days ago, and it hovered only a thousand or so miles away from the surface of the moon.
Within this state-of-the-art spacecraft, Amira sat within her chambers with a forlorn look on her face.
Just a week ago she had gotten a message from Sada back on Earth.
This message informed Amira that Draco had been sent to the Ahmar Cage, and since then she had been struck with worry over his plight.
She had heard stories from her brothers about the sort of place the Ahmar Cage was. Draco had only recently become powered, so him being sent there was tantamount to a death sentence.
'I hope he's okay. I really miss him.' Amira thought, looking out of a window to see the Earth in the distance.
The Earth was probably more than 200,000 miles away at this point, and she knew that there was a good chance she would never see Draco again.
'I wonder what he's doing.' she thought, the loneliness of space echoing how empty she felt inside.