“You mean besides the money from the contract?” Griffen said.

The other two dragons exchanged a glance, for the first time having a meeting of minds. Waters burst into a chortling laugh that set Griffen’s teeth on edge. Flynn’s smile became a smirk, but he still shot a bit of a glare at the other.

“Stow it, Stew. He’s new.”

“New nothing—he’s a baby! This is the kid who scared Stoner? Big tough government dragon!”

“Thanks for the drink. Glad I could give you a few laughs in exchange,” Griffen said, starting to rise.

Waters rose, too.

“Where you going, baby?” he said.

Flynn glanced at the other two dragons.

“Sit down, Griffen, for a moment,” he said. “Waters is an ass, but I didn’t mean any harm. See, for the most part, the big dragons in this country know each other. Not quite a good old boys’ network, more everyone keeping track of everyone else. Now, Waters isn’t a big dragon, not even tops in his industry, but you qualify, or will. So it was a bit of a shock you didn’t know me,” Flynn explained.

“Meaning you are a big dragon?” said Griffen, not taking his chair again and not taking his eyes off Waters.

“I’d say yes if I weren’t so damn modest.”

Flynn winked, and Griffen found himself smiling again. But lost it quickly as Waters cracked his knuckles loudly, vying for attention.

“He’s agent for every major dragon in entertainment. Sports, movies, news, stage, even books,” Waters said.

“Though I’ll be damned if I see much money from the last. They do all come to me,” Flynn said.

“And give you ten percent?” Griffen said.

“Sometimes as much as forty on a few cases. It’s amazing what some people will sign,” Flynn said.

Griffen cocked his head, looking at Waters.

“And your beef with me seems to be?”

“No beef, just figured I’d get a little of that fame I been wanting. I smash your face in, maybe I can sign on with Stoner after I dump this scum sucker,” Waters said.