Teal’c glanced at the vet. “Rob Flint. I believe it would be useful to show Colonel O’Neill the door.”
“The door?” Flint said blankly. Followed Teal’c’s gaze to the aviary, and almost whistled. “Oh. That door. Yeah. Good idea. Colonel? You want a look at Exhibit A.”
Uh-huh. It was probably fifty-fifty odds that Kazuto would split while his back was turned. But if Teal’c thought he should see it, he’d catch the kids later- whoa.
Scarring inside the door. Some of the glass was scored with long, pale scratches. A long strip of insulation was dangling loose, serving as other dragons’ new tug-toy. “I thought this place was built to hold them,” Jack stated, deliberately calm.
“It was.” Flint pointed to empty cages along the far wall, near a kennel that held wolfish shadows with bright amber eyes. “Pina was one of the animals in NervGear.”
What did that have to do with- Oh. Oh, hell.
“I can’t hold her here,” Flint said emphatically, voice low. “Not without a few layers of sheet steel, which currently I do not have, thank you. You’ve never been down here, I know you don’t know this – but these dragons live in flocks. Like dogs, in packs. Pina thinks Silica is her flock, okay? She is not going to stay locked up somewhere else. If we make her break out of somewhere, she could hurt herself. Nobody wants that, right?” He nodded toward the kids. “C’mon, be honest. They’re not going anywhere until you figure this whole NervGear stuff out. You know it. I know it. They know it. So let Silica give me a hand. It’ll be good for them.”