Chapter 4: The War on Terror. Part 2.

From Part 1.

“Lanner sends his regards,” Tank chuckled as his lengthy cock swelled. Morning did not look like the woman from his visions, but he knew she was her. “Morning, please, will you return to your natural form? It appears we are brother and sister, or maybe you might even be my distant mother. Either way, we share Lanner as an ancestor.

Continued...

Well, he’s your father, but ... fuck! ... I don’t know. Lanner is ultimately my father, too.”

“Light on the Water is your father?” Morning wonderingly asked, angry that her squelching cunt had reacted to the handsome intruder. Throwing a robe around her shoulders. she guided Tank and everyone else to the dining room table and sat.

“Way, way back in my family tree,” Tank admitted. “He took over my mind only an hour or so ago and explained some things. When he left, I commandeered an entry and landing craft and came to talk.” He waited for Morning’s reaction.

She shrugged, and suddenly, an intense, glowing light surrounded her head. It coalesced there before brightening and expanding to envelop her entire body. The light became too intense to stare at. Then, when it died, it exposed the woman from Tank’s dreams—tall, ebony-black skin glowing under the overhead lights, muscular, with high, firm, widely-spaced C-cup breasts deliciously revealed above a narrow waist, a heart-shaped, powerful ass, a verdant pussy, and long shapely legs.

Lanner spoke unexpectedly in the space between Morning and Tank. “Morning is not your many times removed mother. Instead, she is like a great aunt many times. Day and your ‘aunt’ are not related.”

Only Morning and Tank seemed to hear the spectral voice because only they responded by smiling relievedly. They desired each other, and Lanner’s declaration freed them to pursue their desires.

“Well, fuck me,” Cain gasped, holding his bruised throat and ogling Morning. He looked at Solange. “If that is Bella’s true form, what do you look like?”

Morning held her mother’s hand, and the light reformed before easing down Morning to her hand and then rising to envelop her mother. It surrounded Solange’s body and glowed intensely. Then, the light faded, and Day sat proudly beside her daughter. Three-thousand-five-hundred-years-old and looking no older than her twenty-year younger daughter. Neither woman looked more than twenty-five years of age.

Day was a taller, more slender version of the woman she gave birth to. Her breasts were perhaps a smidgen larger, her waist a tiny bit smaller, and her bottom not quite as pronounced. But Day’s beauty matched if not exceeded her daughter’s.

“My Gawd!” Cain groaned awedly. “I’ve been fucking Gigi Hadid and Solange Knowles, but you’ve been hiding the hot bitch you are from me? Jaysus, ... fuck, what is your real name? ... whatever your name is from me? No one in their right mind would choose either of those two slags over you!”

Morning took Cain’s head between her hands, and her light flared again. Seconds later, Brandon reappeared. “Aww,” he protested as he examined himself. “I prefer Cain! His cock’s way bigger than mine, and Solange seems to like it!”

Morning laughed heartily before taking his hand and returning him to Cain. “My mother’s name is Day Dawning, you Muppet.”

“If I’m a Muppet, why don’t I have a hand stuffed up my ass?” Cain facetiously asked.

“That can be arranged,” Morning threatened, holding her hand up and flexing her fingers.

“What is it with you wanting to fuck my ass?” Cain teased. “Got a bit of a homo fixation there?”

“As amusing as this is, children,” Tank kidded. “I have some information for you, and then you all need to decide your future.”

Everyone’s head turned to face him, their expressions concerned. Tank hesitated, unsure how to start. Although he would occasionally adlib a line, typically, he preferred to immerse himself in the role the writer and director had chosen him for and bring their vision to life.

“You know,” Tank said, turning to Angelina. “It might be easier just to show them.”

“I think you’re right,” Angelina replied. “Ladies, Cain, please. We have a hover ship parked on your condo’s roof that will take us to an atmosphere entry/re-entry craft, which will take you to an alien spaceship orbiting the Earth.” She grinned with her eyes twinkling at their disbelieving looks. “Come on! If you can’t trust a pair of Hollywood actors, who can you trust? Your local used car salesperson, oops, I mean politician, perhaps?”

“So, when we reach the roof to find it empty, will you then tell us what the fuck is happening?” Antoinette growled irritatedly.

“I’ll make you a deal,” Angelina grinned. “If there’s no ship, we’ll take you all to dinner and allow you to tag and post as many photos of the seven of us eating together as you want. You get in it if there is, and let us take you into space.”

Antoinette and Eloise immediately agreed, already imagining the many amazed comments from their friends and family. Cain and Day waited for Morning’s response. They’d back her decision either way.

Morning glanced at her mother to garner Day’s opinion. When Day nodded almost imperceptibly, Morning stood. “I suppose I should put some clothes on.”

Antoinette and Eloise chatted excitedly with Angelina as they waited for Morning to return. Angelina deflected their more personal questions with practised ease until Eloise asked, “Are your kids with you?”

Angelina sighed heavily before sadly saying, “I haven’t seen them for over a year. I video chat with them every day, but I’m involved with something that takes precedence over even them.”

“What could be more important than raising your kids,” Eloise asked doubtfully. Eloise had always been a romantic. It was why her johns enjoyed her company so much—she really did love them.

In her high-priced escort days, Eloise dreamed of falling in love with a client who loved her in return. They’d escape to where she wasn’t known and do the whole suburban marriage thing: Stay-at-home mum, white picket fence, two point three children, cats, a dog, and happy chats over the fence with her neighbours. Eloise was mid-fifty and more realistic now. But she still thought raising happy, healthy kids was the most important job in the world.

“Ensuring the world survives long enough for them to have a future,” Angelina stated plainly.

Silence reigned around the table as the others digested her grave words.

“It’s that serious?” Antoinette whispered fearfully. Angelina nodded, and Antoinette sighed. “There really is a ship waiting for us on the roof, isn’t there?”

“There really is,” Angelina agreed as she stood.

Antoinette opened the roof’s door and looked out. “No ship!” She said relievedly.

“Guess again,” Ms Jolie said as she took two steps past Antoinette and disappeared.

“WTF!” Cain spat. He ran after Angelina. He, too, disappeared two steps later.

Antoinette and Eloise grabbed each other, their eyes wide and scared, and their bodies shaking.

“Oh, come on,” Tank said amusedly. Watching people disappear when they stepped through the light warped around the hover to hide it still freaked him out a little, too. He repeated Jolie’s words, “If you can’t trust a pair of Hollywood actors, who can you trust?” He separated the women, held their elbows, and walked to where the other two had disappeared.

Eloise and Antoinette gasped when between one step and the next, the hover appeared. Morning, Day, and Cain joined them and looked flummoxed before they stepped back, testing what their eyes told them. Morning and Day exchanged glances before shrugging and boarding the ship. Cain muttered, “WTF?” and joined them inside.

“George!” Morning and Day squealed, rushing over to hug their friend and mentor.

Antoinette and Eloise also eagerly rushed over and embraced him. They felt better knowing the man who had steadfastly supported them for over thirty years was there, too.

“George? What the fuck’s going on?” Morning asked. “Is all of this you and the cabal?”

“You know as much as I do,” George answered in his typical cultured rumble. “I wake up with two A-list celebrities standing over my bed, and I damned well know they’re not there to kill me or film an episode of ‘This is Your Life!’ but other than that, only they know.”

Angelina and Tank laughed as they helped their quarry into the webbing seats and buckled them in. Tank explained, “The inertia dampeners should mean a smooth trip up to the re-entry vehicle. But if turbulence strong enough hits the ship, you might get thrown about. So, better safe than sorry.”

It took less time than it takes to type this for the hover to land inside the re-entry crafts bay. The nearly inaudible hum from the hover’s engines stopped, and Angelina and Tank unbuckled and stood. “We’re here,” Tank grinned.

“In space?” Cain asked disbelievingly.

“No!” Angelina chuckled. “In the re-entry craft that will take us into space. Come on, we can go up the front of the ship, and you can watch while we fly into space.”

“This is a one-way trip, isn’t it?” George asked defiantly. “I believe now we are on some kind of top-secret military spacecraft, and there’s no way you can let us return to Earth and tell anyone what we’ve seen.”

“Who would believe you?” Tank asked drily. “Four whores and two pimps make up a story about actors appearing out of thin air, kidnapping them, and taking them in invisible aircraft to another unseeable space vehicle that flew them to an invisible spaceship orbiting the planet? Nobody will believe that, though I’m sure you’ll get lots of calls asking where to buy the drugs you were so obviously on.”

“You have a point,” George grinned. “But still? You can’t let us leave lest someone does.”

“I guarantee you’ll be allowed to return to your previous lives if that’s what you want. One, any, or all of you can make that choice, and I give you my solemn oath as a genuine Hollywood star, you’ll return home safely,” Tank joked.

Angelina laughed, “Yeah, Cain. Trust us, we’re actors!”

“And if you can’t...?” Cain said glumly, believing George was right.

Tank and Angelina took their ‘guests’ to the re-entry craft’s nose, where Panton sat, guiding the craft. He didn’t have much to do but ensure he selected the correct destination from the menu option. The craft’s automation took care of the rest. It was only if he needed to manoeuvre the vehicle to a place his computer didn’t know or he needed to operate it outside of its standard safe operating procedures that he took over from the autopilot.

Morning, Day, George, Cain, Eloise, and Antoinette watched awedly as the sky ahead turned dark blue and then black, and the stars appeared. By how quickly the sky turned from light to dark blue to black, the sextet knew they were travelling at an immense speed, but there were no typical feelings of movement generally associated with travel.

A few moments later, Cain muttered, “I don’t see no fucking boat out here.”

Tank chuckled at the nonsensical sentence and said, “You and ex-marine Brian Bennett will get along just fine. But to answer your question, it’s difficult to see an invisible ship.”

“Brian Bennett?” Cain asked. “The like gazillion times Olympic gold medal winner? He’s on the boat?”

“The star warship, yes.”

“Must be legit then,” Cain said, rolling his eyes and not believing a word.

The next moment, though, Cain had to bite his words because, all around them, other spacecraft appeared, and with them, the sides of an enormous spaceship. The appearance of solid objects allowed the passengers to realise how fast they still moved—quicker than any car, train, or plane any of them had been inside. But before they could worry, their space vehicle spun on its axis and faced out into space before settling onto support struts.

“Honey, we’re home!” Angelina kidded as she and Tank walked towards the door opening on the nose’s left.

The sextet huddled behind the actors and followed them along a narrow passageway into a massive, curved corridor. What seemed like an age of walking later, the group passed a number of rooms that looked like hospital wards. Every bed contained a patient, they assumed, surrounded by a clear box filled with white, swirling gas.

“Yeah, that’s one of the things we need to talk about,” Tank grimaced. “But rest assured, the gas is helping, not killing them.”

Angelina and Tank guided the sextet to their favourite canteen, where General Zaha, Brian Bennet, Genet, and the others waited. They all stood to greet the newcomers. Zaha stared intently at Morning before growling, “There’s no doubt Lanner is your father. You must tell me that story someday, but for now, welcome.” He turned to the others and made the introductions.

Cain ran to Brian before skidding to a halt, “Fuck! Sorry,” he said. “I thought you were ex-marine and Olympian Brian Bennett.”

“Bennett laughed and said, “I am Brian Bennett, ex-marine and Olympian.”

“Yeah, but you can’t be. Brian’s in a wheelchair. You don’t get out of those and walk again. Not unless you’re a charlatan to begin with.”

“Yeah,” Tank growled. “That’s another thing we must talk about.”

After everyone had greeted everyone else, a waitress appeared and handed out menus. To the ship members’ surprise, Morning and Day immediately perused it. The other four did as they’d expected: Looked at it blankly, turning it back and forth and shrugging.

“You can read that?” Tank disbelievingly asked Morning and Day.

“Sure,” Morning said. “It’s written in Sanskrit, our native language.”

General Zaha laughed heartily before saying, “I’m not sure what Sanskrit is, but that’s Providian.”

“Perhaps,” Morning agreed. “It’s a somewhat archaic form of Sanskrit that only the eldest of our people spoke. But I can read it okay.”

“How old are you?” Zaha asked.

“Don’t you know it’s rude to ask a woman her age?” Day teased before replying. “I’m unsure of my actual age, but I’m around three and a half thousand years old. My daughter’s twenty years younger than me.

“What language are we speaking in?” Tank asked. A question that had befuddled Angelina and him since they were first allowed to explore the ship.

“It depends,” Morning answered. “When you’re talking to your shipmates, you’re talking in Sanskrit, Providian, I assume. When you’re talking to us, you use English. But when you address my mother and/or me, you seamlessly flip between Sanskrit and English. Sometimes, more than once in any one sentence.” She turned to Angelina. “So do you.”

“When you’re in the gas,” General Zaha explained. “Major Tenerife uses subliminals to teach you humans our language. It makes conversing with you easier and helps you understand what you’re reading.”

“Which is all fine and dandy,” Cain drawled. “But what has it got to do with us?”

“I’ll tell you what I know and then what I think,” Tank replied. He looked around until the group nodded. Everyone, including the ship members, wanted to know why these six humans were so important. “What I know.” Tank pointed at Cain, Antoinette, Eloise and George. “You four have the required mix of human, Neanderthal, and Providian DNA to create super soldiers similar to myself, Angelina, and Brian.”

“Pile it on thick,” Cain snorted. “I don’t think it’s up to my ears yet.”

Tank ignored him and continued. “The ship’s sensors automatically scan everyone who comes on board. That’s what the narrow passageway we passed through is for. It’s both a safety and medical issue. The ship scans for anything or anyone that isn’t allowed on board. Humans and Providians are permitted, of course. Anything else will be killed immediately. It also scans for anything contagious or hazardous we may have been exposed to and will seal us in that passageway until we can be decontaminated.”

Tank looked around and could see his audience had questions. But before they could voice them, he continued. “That’s how I know you four have the DNA combination I mentioned.” He turned to Morning and Day. “Initial analysis says that you two have more Neanderthal DNA mixed within you than anyone else on Earth. That analysis conjectures the Neanderthal DNA, combined with the treatments Major Tenerife and his crew will offer you, will make you faster and stronger than even Angelina and me, and we are the fastest and strongest of anyone on board this spacecraft.”

“I don’t suppose you’d like to prove that?” Cain challenged. “I’ve got a tenner that says both Morning and Day will kick your butt.”

“A demonstration certainly convinced me,” Brian added.

“If I agree, please let me explain what’s happening and why we need your help first? Before you answer, you need to know that my crew, Brian, Angelina and I, are the ones raiding the terrorist militia camps around the world.”

“Sure,” Cain sneered. He’d clearly taken point on challenging Tank’s explanations. “Two Hollywood actors and a charlatan lead the terrorist group WOLF, which is attacking other terrorist groups trying to make themselves the most powerful anti-government group in the world. Sure! After all, why not?”

“You have no idea, Cain,” Angelina laughed. “There are a million people on this ship, with sixty thousand of them permanent troops, but all but a few capable of fighting. A large faction of the commanders leading those troops want to eliminate all of Earth’s governments and install puppet ones they control. Another equally large faction wants to kidnap every human with the required DNA structure, forcibly mutate them into super soldiers, and force them to accompany the Providians to Aridia, where they’ll invade and try to free their enslaved people.”

“Aridia?” Morning hissed? “Slavers? You want us to join you and fight Aridian slavers? Day and I are in!”

“Why?” General Zaha asked, surprised by her vehemence.

“Too many of my children, descendants, friends, lovers and mates have been killed by what we first believed were Gaelic Slavers but have learnt are Aridian ones. They killed our medicine man, my father, Light on the Water, and have hunted my mother and me for three and a half thousand years. Day and I have already decided we need to hunt them. We just don’t know how. Now we do.”

“Why do they hunt you?”

“Because I know how to kill them permanently!”

“Easy, I assume,” Tank presumed. “I find blowing or cutting their heads off works.”

“No,” Morning denied. “If you only kill them, they regenerate overnight, and a clone is generated with them. Then you fight twice that number the following day.”

“Fuck!” General Zaha swore. “No wonder we could never defeat them! Excuse me, people. But General Tibolt needs to hear this now. Captain Zaffra, please bring Morning and her mother to the parade ground when you’re done wiping the floor with her. I’m sure the other generals will have questions for them.”

“I get why you want Beyoncé and Solange. Even getting Cain and George makes some sense. But why Antoinette and me?” Eloise timidly asked. “Sheesh, we’re both closer to sixty than fifty, weigh less than one hundred and thirty-two pounds, and can barely lift a bag of groceries inside. What use are we in a war?”

Tank smiled indulgently. “Do you remember how old I am?” He asked obliquely.

Eloise’s eyes widened, “You’re sixty! I remember seeing the birthday cake on ‘X’.”

“Do I look sixty still?”

“No,” Eloise admitted. “Then again, you never did.”

“I’m forty-eight, Eloise,” Angelina added. “I look better than when I did the Lara Croft movies.”

“You sure do!” Brian and Cain blurted.

“Down, boys,” Angelina grinned. She winked at Brian, “You, maybe later.”

Brian smiled broadly.

“First!” Tank said, interrupting. “Let me tell you what I don’t know but suspect.” The others nodded. He let his gaze wander over the six he and Angelina had gathered. “It’ll need a blood sample from each of you to confirm, but I’ll wager that you’re all, except Day, descendants of Lanner, Light on the Water, Morning’s father.”

When they all looked at each other, wondering if they should be disgusted with themselves for having had sex with a relative, he added, “The inherited genes from Morning’s father are so far removed from Morning and Lanner that you’re no longer genuinely related in any way. But we can track your ancestors through your mitochondrial DNA, and I’m sure they’ll all lead back to Lanner.”

Everyone looked guiltily relieved by Tank’s explanation.

“What that means is that I believe you’ll all become like Angelina and me. Kind of Super super soldiers. Faster, stronger, and more accurate with any weapon than even the super soldiers like Brian, Roque, Envet, and Alban.”

“Haven’t been able even to touch him in a fight,” Roque confirmed. “Angelina neither, and only Angelina has ever been fast enough to strike Tank.”

The gathered sextet eyed Angelina speculatively, trying to fit that information with the famous, diminutive, beautiful actress before them.

Tank stood, saying, “Let’s take this to the dojo, and I’ll prove what the mutagenic gas can do.”

“That’s the stuff we saw in those plastic thingys, right?” George asked as he fell into step beside Tank. “That General called you Captain Zaffra. You’re a captain in his army?”

“It is,” Tank confirmed. “Technically, it’s five-star general Tibolt’s army, but essentially, yes.”

Morning had held her mother back. She waited until she thought the others were far enough away that she wouldn’t be heard, unaware that speed and reflexes weren’t the only things the mutagenic gas enhanced. “Challenge Jolie when we enter the dojo, Mum,” she whispered. “If Tank’s training her, she’ll fight similarly to him. Watching her might give me enough of an advantage to destroy him quickly.”

“You’re worried?” Day asked.

“Light says he’ll kick my ass,” Morning admitted. “But I’ll own his after the enhancements.”

Day sighed deeply, “You’re right to worry,” she stated.

They hurried to catch up with the others, not noticing that Jolie and Zaffra exchanged winks and grins.

Tank and Angelina showed Morning and Day into the changeroom and casually stripped. Tank had never been bothered by changing in front of others, and with everyone around her having similar equipment to her, Angelina had gotten past her embarrassment at having a stupendously long cock and tennis ball-sized testes. Therefore, she was surprised by the other women’s gasps and shocked looks when she dropped her jumpsuit and her cock and balls fell free. Angelina typically tucked them away on her recruiting trips back to Earth so they wouldn’t shock her targets.

“Side-effect of the mutagenic enhancements,” Angelina explained, unembarrassed. “Tank’s got a pussy under his, too.”

“The treatments turn you into a hermaphrodite?” Morning queried.

“Yes,” Tank confirmed, trying to match Angelina’s nonchalance as Morning curiously examined his 10+ inch cock and enormous balls.

“I never thought to try that,” she mused.

Tank and Angelina were nonplussed by her casual acceptance of them being intersexed and stared at Morning wonderingly. She grinned, “Beat me today, and I’ll show you.”

The actors exchanged glances and shrugs, handed the two women Gis, dressed in theirs, and guided Morning and Day to the dojo.

“I challenge Ms Jolie,” Day said as they entered.

Tank grinned as he looked around. A substantial crowd gathered around the central mat, waiting to see Tank and Angelina fight. Their battles against each other were legendary and the most watched replays on the Providian military channels.

Genet welcomed Day and Angelina onto the mat. She would be the referee for their fight. “What are the rules of engagement, fighters?” She asked.

“First to achieve two takedowns or the first to draw blood wins?” Angelina suggested.

Day shook her head, thinking their fight would be over too quickly, with her victorious, if those were the rules, and Morning would learn nothing. Day estimated Jolie’s pride would ensure that she lasted at least a little while, so she suggested, “First to tap out.”

“Agreed,” Angelina grinned, knowing Day was in for a rude awakening.

“Agreed,” Genet accepted. “But I will call the fight if I believe there’s a clear winner and the other is only too prideful to admit defeat.”

“Agreed,” Day and Angelina answered together, each thinking the other was going down.

“Warm up?” Genet suggested.

“I’m ready,” Angelina stated as Day said something similar.

As the women bowed, straightened, and waited for Genet to call the start, Morning noticed Tank wasn’t watching the fight. Instead, behind the crowd, he moved gracefully through his Tai Chi Katas, warming his muscles and preparing for their battle. Her pussy clenched and moistened as she watched his muscular figure work through the forms. ‘Still going to kick his sexy ass,’ she thought as she blinked away an image of Tank’s enormous cock.

Morning heard, “Fight!” and quickly turned her head to the battle.

Thinking it would be over in less than a second, Day charged at Jolie, planning to dump her onto the mat and grind her into submission. Day’s hands never touched the woman. Instead, Jolie spun to the side, swivelled on her left foot’s ball, and kicked the older woman in the ass. Day, already unbalanced by missing her intended target, careened into the crowd, who caught her and helped her back onto the mat.

“Now, that’s what I call an ass-kicking!” Brian chortled to the crowd’s amusement.

Day circled Angelina more cautiously this time. The woman’s speed had shocked and concerned her enormously. Day thought she still outweighed and outmuscled the young woman, but she needed to get hold of her first. Angelina’s incredible speed made doing that problematic.

Angelina made no move of her own. Instead, she calmly turned to keep Day before her and waited. Angelina was relaxed, her arms hanging loosely at her sides, waiting for the older woman’s next attack.

It didn’t come. Day was determined that Jolie came to her this time.

Angelina was reluctant to attack because she learned the hard way from Tank that attacking a prepared, skilful opponent was a sure way to lose. However, moving in a stationary circle and watching your opponent didn’t achieve that tap-out necessary to win the fight. Angelina began to stalk Day.

Day’s patience expended first, and she spun, swinging a roundhouse kick at Angelina’s head.

Jolie pushed forward, dropped to her knees, avoided Day’s kick, and punched the woman above her knee, the inside of her upper thigh, and directly in the cunt. Then, she pulled her leg from beneath her body and swept Day’s foot, dropping her to the mat. Next, Angelina heel-struck Day’s stomach before rolling and leaping to her feet. She leapt toward Day’s head, planning to drop her elbow onto Day’s upper chest, but Day rolled in time to avoid Angelina’s blow.

Day staggered back, giving herself time to recover. She knew that not only had Angelina pulled her blows, but if the first punch above her knee had landed on her knee, where Angelina would have placed it in a genuine fight, her knee would have dislocated. Day also knew that if Angelina had truly wanted to hurt her, the elbow would have been aimed at her throat or chin and not her upper chest.

Day shook her head as she tried to recall the last time she’d lost to an opponent, let alone been unable even to touch one. There was no point continuing, even though her pride demanded she should. She made the universal time-out gesture and bowed, facing Angelina.

Angelina, who had sprung to her feet, returned Day’s bow and stepped off the mat.

Genet suppressed her grin before saying, “Tank, Morning, you’re up!”

Tank took his position behind the centre line and before Morning. He placed his right fist in his left palm before his chest and bowed. Morning dipped her head to acknowledge Tank’s respect and repeated Tank’s actions. Tank respectfully acknowledged, and the fighters turned to face Genet. They bowed to her.

“This is going to be good,” Brian chortled, excited to watch the match. His experienced eye told him that the two fighters were evenly matched but that Tank’s extra height and strength should carry the day.

“Morning will wipe the mat with his smug face,” Cain disdainfully replied. “I’ve never seen anyone capable of even touching her, let alone making her tap out.”

“Want to make a small bet, then?” Brian suggested, hopefully.

“Sure,” Cain said, remaining disdainful and overconfident in his friend and lover’s abilities. “If Tank wins, I’ll suck your enormous cock. But if I win, you have to put on a French maid’s outfit and serve me breakfast for a week.”

Brian laughed, saying, “Well, I was thinking of ten bucks. But sure, what you said. You’ll need to dress pretty for me before you suck me off, though.”

“Deal!” Cain agreed. The two enormous black men spat on their palms, smacked their hands together, and shook.

“Same rules as the other two?” Genet asked. Tank and Morning nodded, then turned to face each other. “Fight!” Genet barked, backing off the mat quickly.