Chapter 82. Underground Lair

Yea, right! Vultorian chuckled, along with Kowumba. "If that isn't the most ridiculous thing I ever heard," said Kowumba. "Anyway, in addition to the fund raiser, I brought together two of the world's greatest race car drivers to compete against eight others in a secret event slated for a few weeks from now."

Don was pleased. Khovahsh was painfully quiet.

Vultorian declined, thinking about what Don said about Armona. That couldn't be true. Plus, sitting around a bunch of humans at a race wasn't what he was into. He only eats them if they are dead.

Kowumba had a bright idea. "Come with me, all of you, while our guests marvel at racing car drivers with loose wallets and belt buckles. Bachelors. I want to show you all something down in my lab."

"I'm headed back to Drägonhead headquarters.”Raynedrakin dismissed himself.

"What's with him?" asked Vultorian, confused. He hadn't been this confused since he lived as Zhivargo and married a woman from the Projects