"You remember a whole lot of these things that happened a long time ago."
"You don't meet a dragon every day."
"We literally just me one."
"The second I've run into in forty freaking years, will you just let me continue with my story?"
"Right right continue."
"A dragon? What the hell did I drink last night?"
"You like most of the humans in this world like to believe monsters are things of legends, something people made up, but that is not the case. We exist, we hunt, we kill, and in turn we are killed Mr. Dunkley as you did to poor Janzu." Del returned to her old woman form, clearly being a dragon was to impress upon me she wasn't real. Though instead of rags she was wearing a golden robe of jewels.
"What do you want from me?" She sighed, I could tell I was testing her patience.
"For you to listen Mr. Dunkley, for you to listen and know the world is not the small place you see it as, but a big expanded world of horror and happiness. But more importantly, I need you to kill for me." She smiled when she said kill and I knew even then, that being killed by the Janzu was probably the easy way out of what I'd just stepped into.
"Why would a dragon need a man to kill something?"
"Because you owe me Mr. Dunkley, I saved your life even though you did not know it, and now you must pay that cost."
"Your first extermination job was for a dragon?" Idaho's roads felt like they went on forever to Gilbert, he figured he'd be finished driving before getting to this part of the story, but he was still in Idaho as if they were trapped in an old Twilight Zone episode.
"I guess so, never thought of it like that."
"So what happened with that job?"
"Well long story short, I killed the creature, was recruited by the US government to kill monsters for them, retired from that, and went into business for myself and that's how I got here."
"I still fail to see how Del was anything but a helper for you." Clarissa actually liked the description Gilbert had said of Del, then again as a child she always loved the idea of dragons, hearing they were real was amazing to her.
"She tried to kill me several times after I did her job."
"Well why not lead with that story?"
"Because its just a story without history, it would just 'oh that one time a dragon arranged to have me killed' without knowing she saved me when I was weakest, it just comes across like any other monster story I'd tell you."
"I guess." They drove in silence for a bit, Clarissa herself felt like they had been driving forever. It came as a bit of a surprise as they turned a corner and saw "Welcome to Montana." Gilbert didn't say anything at first, he just kept driving.
"Oh I forgot to tell you we have a job in Montana."
"Forgot to tell me in that I didn't pack an overnight bag and wasn't aware there were additional jobs."
"Just tell me you got lost and now you want to find work in Montana instead of admitting you got lost."
"Nope, just let me make a call to Doris to get the proper address."
"GILBERT!" But he wasn't listening anymore, he was invested in the lie, and so Clarissa let it go, she always wanted to see Montana.