The Factory

Maria gave her directions as it was off this same service corridor, and Texas set out on her way, moving quickly but quietly down the hallway. Texas had seen a few factories in her time and this was one of the smaller ones, still it was definitely a mechanised production line. Now she could see why they'd have a steam powered wringer in the laundry room. The ex-Sheriff slipped in while the guard on duty seemed to be inspecting one of the workers who was on their way out. Fortunately neither saw Texas as she slipped in and leapt up onto one of the cat walks. From above she could see the main conveyor with the stamping presses. Ore was piled on, crushed down and smashed and then carried towards a huge pool of bubbling liquid. Texas couldn't see the other side of it, but she didn't need to. It was next to this vat that Texas saw Incina, the dragon taking a deep breath and exhaling burning flames at the metal work, clocking up the temperature before she sat back and kept an eye on a thermometer mounted to the side. "I think I've earned myself a break," the dragoness sighed as she turned and started walking along a lower catwalk.

The weasel sheriff waited, seeing how Incina was approaching. She'd pass right by beneath her. Looking down she considered her next move. Incina was about the same level of curvy as Texas, if slightly taller. Her stripy jumpsuit was soaked in sweat as the red dragoness fanned her face. She might be heat resistant, but it didn't stop her body sweating to try and cool down. Her red scales glowed in the light, her shoulder length black hair stuck to her back. She didn't have to wear a hat at least, mainly as two pointed horns protruded from the top of her head. Her wings folded at her back, as her spaded tail brushed against the ground. "What's a girl got to do around here to get a drink of water?" she huffed, fanning her face with one of her hands, showing off her claws as she walked along. Texas could see that this area was a blind spot from the entrance, the perfect ambush spot. She took a deep breath, and she jumped over the edge.

Incina didn't see her coming, Texas crashing down on top of her with a *SLAM*. The dragoness was tackled to the ground, Texas's weight crashing down right on top of her. There was a muffled yell of pain, and Texas quickly rolled up onto her knees, keeping them planted against Incina's back as she grabbed the back of Incina's right arm and pulled it back. "Got'cha!" Texas declared.

"Ow! What the hell?! Texas? What in god's name are you doing? Get off of me! We're all prisoner's here, and I'm doing nothing!" Incina squealed, trying to wiggle her way out of Texas's grip.

"Sure y'aint! Is that why Copperbutt told me about how you're going to be escaping the prison soon?" Texas asked. Immediately Incina froze up, before trying to play it off with a laugh.

"An escape attempt? You know escape is-" she began when Texas pressed her knees a little more. "O-ok! Ok! Yes, we're planning an escape. You want in? I can let you in, just get off of me!"

Texas rolled her eyes. "Ya must think ah was born yesterday. Tell me all about the plan," she ordered.

"I will! I will... it's just I have something to show you that will make it all clear. If you get off of me I'll get it out of my jumpsuit. Unless you fancy rooting around my backside?" Incina replied.

Texas paused. She didn't want to go fishing around dragon asses! After all, what could Incina do to her? Maybe she should let her up?