"I need to try and stop them before they murder half the Settlement's population."
"You and what army? You can't possibly think you can solve this on your own."
"I appreciate the sentiment, mr. Beckett, but this is not your problem."
"They made it my problem the minute they shot me down." Aidan ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "Look, Syméon. You don't mind if I call you Syméon, do you? You have no way of contacting anyone as long as they keep jamming the signal, and it's at least a three day walk to your cottage. That's three days too many for the dragons."
"What do you propose?"
"We need to disable whatever's blocking the signal."
Another raised eyebrow. "And you know how to do that?"
"Of course I know how ... Wait a minute. You don't?"
By now the eyebrow thing was getting old. "I'm a healer, mr. Beckett. Surely you know what that means?"
"Call me Aidan, please." Aidan said as he tried to remember what he knew about mixing technology with magic.
"I can only handle low level technology, like radios, I cannot risk getting close to anything more advanced."
"Then I'm afraid the Settlement is already doomed," Aidan told him. He shook his head as he reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out his Blackberry 8800.
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