In the varied and horrible adventures of the dragon friends, you have tapped into a great many destructive powers.

A magic sword forged in the fire of a brother's hatred. A mechanical collar that can tame a dragon.

Prehistoric unionism.

But never have the dragon friends been confronted with a weapon so powerful or

plexing as the Javago 12.

A clandestine group of hackers from the year 2075, now at your Beck and Call, Philge.

The considerable talents of the Z-12, as they are called by the corporate IT experts,

to whom's hearts they strike terror are at your disposal.

Now doors at last can be opened by this group.

Sensitive information can be accessed.

The seemingly ironclad security systems of the elite can be bought to their knees.

None of this, however, can be contemplated at this exact moment because even as you begin to

think at Bobby Pancakes, your phone begins to ring, and it can of course

be only one man, your patron, your guide, your jailer, all rolled into one accent that is

very offensive to Ben's wife and Ben's wife's family. Mr. Sauer.

Hello, bees. You stopped, I'm telling you for the last time I'm not bees.

Anyway, important thing.

Hey, how big mission go, yeah?

Good, good, good, good, good. We've got Johnny in the box.

Have you any cryocell?

Yep.

Can you read brand on side of cryo cell for me?

...