((The events leading up to this scene can be found here.))

April 4th. Early Morning - 12:35 am

The huntress pushed the door of the 27th Division of the watch open, and leaned inside the building. "Hey! I know it's late and all but is there someone uh... alive in here? I got something for you. A gift." Or something. She wasn't sure. Just.... headquarters insisted that she let the watch deal with the dragon. Anyone there would spot her with the door open, while she stood in the doorway? with the the form of the black visible, behind her. With her hair a wild mess, and bags under her eyes, she could almost be mistaken for a crazy. The only thing that warded off such thoughts was the sleek black she had covered herself in from head to toe.

?And I don?t want to leave her unattended, but she?s incapacitated at the moment, and I can?t exactly pick her up and drag her in here, and do you see my dilemma? ?

Two tall Watch men, Jessey and Mark Casker, responded to the woman's shout into the 27th's main reception hall. Both were on night desk duty and split up, Mark went to assist the woman while Jessey went to disturb the often ensconced Captain Jubal in her office these past few months. What she did in that office was the source of several betting pools and many speculations with two phrases tied to it, 'Missing Hands' and 'Brimstone'.

Soon Jessey was knocking on the locked door of the Captain's office, the frosted glass of the door murky dark though the hum and glow of possible monitors were throwing milky white splotches on the glass. The sounds of keystrokes clicking and clacking paused.

"What is it Jessey?" Hope asked as she stared at her computer screens more. Several videos were paused in mid-play, spreadsheets open, details in bullet points on several open documents, maps open, registrations, old case files and death reports surrounded the Captain.

Jessey didn't let the Captains knack these days for knowing who was on the other side of her door phase him. Some think she may have a camera hidden somewhere she used to view whoever came to her door, perhaps a paranoia from the near calls she's had working with the Hunter Mach or the other cases she's dealt with or the fact that she'd been feeling watched since the death of her contact in front of her in the Missing Hands Case. Whatever the reason, Jessey simply proceeded with his task.

"Captain Jubal. We have a woman shouting at the entry of the division doors. Something about she has a gift for us and that it's a dragon she's captured and wants to hand it over to us. Figured you'd better come look it over." Jessey said.

Hope was about to direct him to go check on his brother and to see if this was just another case of someone claiming dragons should be hunted having no rights to live in the city. The crackle hiss from Jessey's radio made her pause. *Jessey, Captain . . . Mark here. I am with the woman in the courtyard. She's a Lieutenant Elodie Spencer, from the UTRA Satelite Office. She has, well, a very drugged and very bound up black dragon down here. Captain. You'll wanna see this dragon. It has bullet holes in its face.*

Hope's eyes brows arched up and she held up a hand to keep Jessey quiet. Nothing else had to be said. Black dragon, bullet holes in the face, probably from a small 9mm gun. Her heart hammered a bit and she felt a bit ill but she stood and forced her heart to slow down.

"Jessey, prepare the dragon detainment cell for at least a one week stay. Get whoever you need down here to get it into that cell. Keep it bound and get our local herbalist on the phone. We'll need a supply of dragons bane to keep it sedate. Next, send word to the Shimmerscale Lair and have them contact me when possible that we have a possible dragon incident and I'd like their input as honored dragon consultants. Then get on the horn with Brian when you can and let him know I think we may have our Dockside Massacre culprit. We are going to run some tests against scales and blood we have at the crime scenes from what we get off of this dragon. Now move." Hope said to Jessey.

The tall man made no issue to ask questions or get in the way of the Captain. Even though she was short and stocky, he knew when she was on the move with things on her mind, you moved or she moved you and it was usually less delicately than an ogre trying to play a guitar. Jessey went to take care of her requests as Hope made a fast track for Mark and Elodie.

She reached the two in the courtyard of the 27th Division and had to pause a long moment, her eyes wide, staring at a nightmare she was trying hard to forget. Her leg and gut throbbed in remembered pain threatening to buckle her to the ground. She bit her lower lip and forced herself to look at the black dragon and to listen to the whale calls it made that haunted her dreams. This was the dragon that had attacked her that day in the harbor; the dragon that was out there killing men and ships. But she knew she had to be civil, had to put duty before want, need or desire to see the dragon punished.

Hope rounded on Mark and Elodie and fixed them both with a long stare. "Okay. Mark. CSI Kit. Pull two scales and one vial of blood from the dragon. Jessey is getting a team in to move her into custody as well as more dragons bane to keep her sedated. Lieutenant Spencer. We meet again. Why don't we start from the top and you tell me what happened and why I have you to thank for a bound black dragon in my courtyard? Hope said and pulled out her worn note pad and pen.

Mark nodded and vanished back into the building to return with a CSI kit and extracted what Hope wanted then headed off for the labs as the incarceration team Jessey called in arrived to help hoist and move Sinestra into the dragon holding cell bellow in the divisions basement.

Nostrils flared, and a growl sounded as the officer had jabbed the needle in under a scale and was drawing blood, before plucking two scales from her hide. She had tried moving again, but the dragon's bane kept her muscles stiff.

Green eyes focused on the huntress. The look the beast gave Elodie as the incarceration team hefted her and carried her away could have given one nightmares.

The men carried her inside, then down stairs, working carefully so none would lose their grip.

Soon a large, heavy iron door swung open as the men carried her inside.

Setting her down none too gently, they soon attached a chain from the wall to the shackles around her ankles. leaving very little slack in the chain.

Just enough that she could reach the dish they left for water.

They would study their captive before leaving the stone cell, the heavy door swinging shut while the key ensured the beast was safely locked inside. Effectively caged.

The black lay on the cold stone floor, staring out of her prison. It would take time for the dragons bane to run it's course. A couple sprigs still stuck from her muzzle, but at least now she could move. If only a little.

There was anger, and fury. Smoke rising from her nostrils. It had been weeks since her capture, and the chains never gave, no matter how hard she tugged them.

Nor did the muzzle give, even as she raked talons over the contraption. She was being kept from her lair, and from hunting!

Green eyes narrowed on the bars of her prison. She'd managed barely to drink, though what ever passed as meat on the floor of her cell was left.

She preferred her meals still fresh and moving.