The White House.
No, it should have been called the Dragon Palace now.
The original white dome had been leveled, and an obsidian hall had been built on top, its pointed roof piercing the clouds.
Six enormous stone dragons coiled around its four sides, spewing real fire from their mouths.
Inside the hall, a gold-thread carpet covered the raised dais, and Drago lounged on a throne three times his size.
He held a wineglass in his left claw and a grape in his right, tossed it into his mouth, and chewed twice.
He spat out a seed, hitting the former secretary of defense kneeling below the dais square in the forehead.
"Continue."
The seed rolled down the former secretary of defense's forehead. He did not dare wipe it away.
"Texas... there's been another outbreak in Texas."
"The rebels have occupied San Antonio and Austin. Three National Guard brigades have defected. The slogan they're using is..."
"What is it?"
"...Save the People, Kill the Dragon."
Drago's claw paused.
The dozen or so beautiful women attending him stepped half a pace back.
The row of former senior government officials kneeling below collectively lowered their heads another three inches.
"Save the People, Kill the Dragon?"
Drago sat upright on his throne, a subtle expression crossing his vivid green face.
"They're calling me a dragon?"
"Yes."
"Well, now. Pretty creative."
He stood and snapped his fingers.
The ten-meter-tall iron door at the side of the hall was rammed open from within, and an evil dragon poked its head through.
"No!"
"Your Majesty! I..."
Its mouth opened, its tongue curled around the secretary of defense's entire body, and it sent him down its throat. With a gulp, he was gone.
The remaining row of people trembled like leaves.
"Anyone else have a report?"
Nobody made