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Orleans.
    Foxy prevailed upon Zach and Igor to gently remove the drunks from the elevator door, which was madly pinging in protest at being held open so long. The SEALs tried to manoeuvre Dave inside, suffering a slight delay while he posed for a few selfies with the bros, which they promised to hashtag as #SuperDave.
    ‘Breakfast beers later, fellas, for sure,’ he promised, waving them off. They cheered and hooted him some more as the doors began to close on them, still calling out a few final questions.
    ‘Dave, you eating downstairs? Don’t go there, man. They ran out of waffles.’
    ‘Dave, are you wearing that chick’s nightie?’
    ‘Dave, is that like a super boner?’
    The doors of the elevator whispered shut on peals of laughter and the four grown-ups all pretended not to notice the massive erection testing the structural integrity of Dave’s Y-fronts.
    Igorpunched the button for the fifth floor and they rode down in awkward silence before Dave could stand it no more. ‘So, I’ve never been on television before.’
    ‘Don’t worry,’ said Foxy. ‘The camera won’t show anything below the waist . ’
    ‘Give me strength, Lord,’ Zach muttered.
    ‘We can totally shoot him,’ Igor offered again. ‘He’ll probably get better.’
    ‘No one is shooting anyone until I’ve had my live cross,’ said Foxy, powering up the screen of her phone again and flipping through some sort of list on-screen.
    ‘Right. Dave. We’ll cover New Orleans after the first break, but there were six dragon attacks last night. And that’s leading everything today. Two of these things were killed. The one that attacked Joe Biden’s plane was shot down, I guess, by the escort.
    ‘Another one seems to have ridden an American Airlines passenger jet all the way into the ground. As best we can tell the other four knocked their targets out of the sky and then disappeared. Where the fuck you hide a dragon these days, I have no idea. But they’ve gone to ground somewhere.’
    Dave thought on this for a moment.
    ‘Prey,’ he said at last. ‘They weren’t targets. They were prey. You know, like an eagle or a hawk taking a big fat pigeon.’
    They all stared at him as the elevator dropped through another six or seven floors.
    Igor faced Dave. ‘They were trying to eat Joe Biden’s plane?’
    ‘Probably hungry,’ Dave said. ‘Been a long time between feeds.’
    ‘Okay, we can go with that,’ said Foxy. ‘But let’s not get carried away with the Biden angle. We don’t want to turn him into some kind of victim, or a hero for fuck’s sake, not for just . . . not getting eaten. We got lots of good, innocent dead people on those other planes. Lots of dead dragon chunks too. We might push that. Anything you can tell us about that, Dave?’
    ‘Tell you what? I don’t even know where this happened. I was preoccupied.’ He smiled, to no good effect. Foxy just stone-faced him. Damn, but this chick knew how to maintain focus. He was certain she still wanted him. And it wasn’t just Bad Dave being bad. He could smell it coming off her. Same way he’d smelled it on Mulan and half the chicks in the casino last night. It was a musky, salty, meaty animal scent he could taste at the back of his throat.
    He had to admit, he was sort of impressed she wasn’t blowing him right now. But she stayed on mission.
    ‘I’ll be feeding them the questions, and they’ll be asking you the questions. Don’t worry, it won’t be anything you can’t answer. There’s a seven second delay, so if you get nervous and swear, it’ll just get beeped. Oh, and the American flight went down over Montana, by the way. If that makes any difference.’
    ‘Not really.’
    ‘Okay,’ said Foxy. ‘So, news of the day. We’ve got six aircraft down. Two . . . dragons down with them.’ She shook her head, obviously tripping on the insanity of what she was saying, before gathering her wits together and pushing on. ‘So all commercial and noncombat