Chapter 5: The War on Terror. Part 3

“What?” Major Tenerife asked Tank’s departing back, totally mystified. He stood to follow him.

Ten minutes later, Genet, Jolie, Bennett, Alban, Roque, and Envet poured over Tank’s new plan. Pointing at the enormous tower and the shielded bunker at its feet, Genet stated, “The key is to destroy the communications array first. Taking that out strands them on Earth and gives us plenty of time to take them out.”

“Unless their cloaking systems are better than you’re aware, and they already have ships orbiting the Earth, too,” Angelina pointed out. “Historically, the Aridians collected their slaves every two to two hundred and fifty years, right? But now, they take smaller numbers more often, which means they either have an interstellar capable ship stored on their base or one circling above. Also, according to the reports, they’re due on Earth about now.”

“Ain’t you just full of happy news,” Brian grumbled. “Always seeing the bright side of things.” He considered before adding, “With the improvements we’ve made in worldwide communications, the slavers can’t get away with ransacking and killing entire villages anymore. Nor can they leave behind a few dozen murdered people they didn’t want. Instead, they randomly grab two or three people from many places worldwide. That means there has to be a holding cell somewhere on their base.”

Roque added, “For sure, if our attack breaks them open, they’ll fall back to the cells and use the prisoners as hostages.”

“You’re right,” Tank admitted. “We need Tenerife’s techs to scan the planetary system to ensure we’re the only ones out here, then pray the Aridian’s cloaking systems haven’t outfoxed our scanners. I’d risk an active scan rather than doing it passively because that ensures we find everything. But given we’re in no position to pursue them if they flee, we cannot afford to warn the Aridians we’re here. His techs also need to find where the Aridians are holding the people they’ve taken.”

He looked around, “We agree this is workable, then? Better than trying to sneak ten thousand warriors onto the ground and launching a full-scale attack?”

“I’ll get the techs started immediately,” Major Tenerife stated when everyone nodded.

“We need to get representatives from Britain, Ireland, Russia, China, and America on board the ship so we can start revealing what the world’s facing,” Tank pointed out to Tenerife.

“Why only those five?” the major queried. “Won’t we need to inform every leader from all countries?”

“Britain and Ireland because the raid is in Ireland and close to Great Britain, and we don’t want them to interfere. The other three are the superpowers. If they’re on board, they’ll bring most of the rest of the world with them. When we’ve dealt with the Aridians on Earth, we’ll bypass the Islamic leaders and get the Grand Mufti’s onside. They’ll bring their governments into line with them.”

“Putin and Xi Jinping are already aware we’re here, and we’ve dealt with them both. America is their ‘lame duck President’ stage. Do we get Biden, Harris, Trump, or all three? President Trump knows we’re here because we spoke during his first term. We avoided the other two because they seemed incompetent, and we didn’t trust them to keep our presence hidden. We dealt with President Trump because we saw him as a loose cannon, and we couldn’t predict how he’d react if he discovered aliens orbiting his planet. We decided his knowing was better than him finding out himself.”

“President Senility Biden, Vice President Hillary-Light Harris, or President-Elect Pussy Grabber Trump, what a grand choice!” Tank muttered before glaring at Lieutenant Bennett. “How the fuck, with 335 million people to choose from, do your people end up with these three running your country?”

“Beats me, too,” Brian shrugged, “But it’s not like the ones before were that much better!”

“Who is the current Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff?” Tank asked.

“General Charles Q. Brown Jr., USAF,” Major Tenerife answered.

“I’ve heard of him,” Brian stated. “He’s good. Level-headed, intelligent, and unafraid to recommend force if he thinks it’s required.”

“Bring him, then,” Tank said emphatically. “Don’t worry about the other three. Better bring the top military leaders of the other countries, too.”

“Putin and Xi are effectively their respective country’s military leaders, too,” Tenerife pointed out. “But we can fetch the UK’s and Ireland’s Chiefs of Defence, Admiral Sir Tony Radakin and Lieutenant General Seán Clancy, easily enough.”

“How do you typically meet with these people?” Angelina asked.

“We make an appointment, of course,” Tenerife smiled. “We have exclusive encrypted phones that allow us to contact them directly. Then, we use specific code phrases so they know when we want to see them, and then we use the teleporter to place us where the Presidents tell us to. It’s to a place that has no cameras and is clear of security, of course.” Tenerife thought momentarily before adding, “I assume you want to come with us this time?”

“Nope,” Tank grinned. “Major, can you get General Zaha to meet us here?”

“Sure,” Tenerife replied. “He’ll want to know why.”

“Tell him we’re about to kick over an ants’ nest, and he’ll want to know why.”

Tenerife flicked open a communicator and woke General Zaha up. After a shouted exchange from Zaha’s end, Tenerife closed the communicator and said Zaha was on the way.

A few moments later, General Zaha stormed into the cafeteria. “This had better be good!” He snarled.

“I think Angelina and I will visit four presidents, one prime minister, and three heads of military and ask them if they’d like to visit space with us,” Tank said calmly as if announcing what he wanted for breakfast. “Of course, whether they say yes or no, they’ll visit space anyway,” he smilingly added.

“You cannot abduct five heads of state and their top military leaders without the world exploding!” Zaha thundered.

“I can and will,” Tank stated. “We’ve been pussy-footing about, trying to stay unknown. But with what’s coming, we need to announce our presence loudly and immediately. I say we do it now with overwhelming evidence of our ability to take over the entire world, which we won’t do because there’s an alien invasion coming, and they need our help. Simultaneously, we’ll get you to broadcast to the world again, telling everyone what’s happening and what to expect. Before that broadcast and as soon as we inform the presidents and prime minister of what we’re about to do, we hit that Aridian base.”

“The Aridians will demand help from their Armada as soon as I announce we’re here,” General Zaha pointed out.

“I’m guessing they already informed Aridia of a possible Providian presence on Earth when you made the first broadcast,” Tank explained. “But we can cause confusion for long enough by having you announce that the abductions and attacks on the Irish base are the work of WOLF. Then, by the time they realise we’re Providian, we’ll hopefully have destroyed their ability to communicate with their home planet.”

“There’s a lot of ‘ifs’ and ‘buts’ and ‘wishes’ in there, Tank,” Brian growled, “and shit in one hand while you wish in the other. See which one fills up first. What if there’s an Aridian ship already circling close enough to see and hear what we’re doing, and it hightails it back to Aridia or warns them?”

Tank shrugged before saying, “I guess we’ll find out if forty-thousand Providian regular troops, twenty-thousand enhanced Providian soldiers, thirty superhuman ones, plus whatever Earth’s divided militaries will send, is enough to defeat eight million Aridian slavers, won’t we?”

“We’re fucked, in other words,” Genet said cheerfully.

Everyone laughed despite the tension built up in the cafeteria.

“Why can’t you do it surreptitiously as we have in the past?” General Zaha asked.

“There’s too much time difference between Moscow, London, Beijing, and Washington,” Tank explained. “Beijing is thirteen hours ahead while Moscow and London are eight.” Tank thought through his plan and spotted a potentially disastrous mistake. “Shit!” He exclaimed. “If we take the other leaders but not America’s, everyone will assume it’s an American-led coup to topple the world, and they’ll all attack the US!”

Angelina chuckled, “This whole ‘taking over the world thing’ is much more difficult than you’d think, huh?”

“We need time to arm and train Earth’s fighters, and we must give Major Tenerife and his people time to enhance more of our soldiers and the human volunteers.” Tank considered his plan. “Yeah, we have to grab Biden, Harris, and Trump, too. Then we’ll make the leaders contact who they need to to prevent the world from exploding into World War Three as we bring them up-to-date with what Earth is facing.”

“Can’t you just clone the enhanced soldiers you already have?” Brian queried, asking the obvious question.

“No,” Tenerife explained. “I’ve tried and created nothing but mutated monsters every time. An enhanced warrior’s genes hyper-react to the cloning process and mutate uncontrollably.”

“Which brings me to another point. Perhaps a final one for you,” Tank stated menacingly. “Do you have anything to do with keeping the monsters your mutagens occasionally create imprisoned on level three instead of having them killed as we agreed?”

Major Tenerife’s face turned white as his eyes exploded wide. “There’s what?” He bellowed. “I turn them over to Colonel Tangran as per doctrine. He was to kill them, burn their carcasses to ash, and sterilise everything. You’re saying they’re all still alive?”

“They were until a couple of hours ago,” General Zaha growled. “However, miraculously, they all seemed to fall out of an open airlock shortly after Captain Zaffra confirmed they existed. By the number of prison cells, I’d guess there were close to two hundred of them.”

“That’s the number I had restrained and sent to Tangran,” Tenerife stated.

‘He’s either the best poker player I’ve ever seen or heard of,’ Tank thought. ‘Or he’s telling the truth.’

“Where’s Colonel Tangran now?” Tenerife snarled. “I’ll shoot him my fucking self!”

“Taken care of,” General Zaha stated. “I had him arrested as soon as I confirmed there were mutated monsters kept on that level. The tribunal will find him guilty and execute him before day’s end.”

“He’s got many supporters amongst Providian senior staff,” Tank pointed out. “You don’t think they’ll sweep this under the carpet?”

General Zaha struggled with most of Tank’s idioms but understood this one. He grinned, “Not this time. I loaded the deck with generals loyal to me.”

“Couldn’t happen to a nicer cunt,” Brian growled, having fallen afoul of Colonel Tangran’s wrath after most of the raids he’d led.

General Zaha, a man of action and few words, which was why he was so loved by his troops, growled, “So, we have a plan. Inform the leaders of the countries most important to successfully destroying the Aridian encampment what we’re doing, destroy the camp, and announce we’re responsible.” The others nodded. “Then, I’m going back to bed. I have a pretty little thing waiting there who loves older men, and they don’t come much older than me!”

“Humour, General?” Genet teased. “Will wonders never cease?”

Zaha left without replying, and the group split up, heading to their respective rooms. As lieutenants and above, they all got a separate bedroom. The rooms were sparse but functional, with minimal furnishings. Soiled clothes went into a chute, which returned them cleaned, dried, and pressed. Food was available twenty-four hours a day from any of the canteens or cafeterias, so the rooms were basically a bedroom with an attached bathroom.

Although food was readily available in canteens or cafeterias close to most rooms, Tank and his crew tended to gather at the nearest cafeteria to his room despite the Providians in his squad having to travel quite some distance to get there.

Tank stepped into his room to find it in disarray. He rubbed his eyes disbelievingly until he heard Tina giggle, “About time you got here!” He looked toward the sound and saw the girls had dragged their mattresses into his room and had bound them together.

“Yeah,” the twins added. Although Demi and Adelle had mostly stopped conversing in alternate words or unison, they still would if they wanted to tease.

“To what do I owe this rather dubious pleasure?” Tank jibed.

“Wetoldyouyouwereourfavouritemasturbationfantasy, TankZaffra,” The twins said alternately. Then, together, they added, “We’ve come to collect on our fantasy.”

“Me?” Tina kidded. “I’m just here for some twin action.”

“Don’t I get a say in this?” Tank pretended to grumble.

“No!” The three younger girls stated firmly before they leapt on him and wrestled him to the ground.

Tank’s clothes joined the girls’, carelessly tossed aside.

“You started without me,” Tank mock protested as Tina’s ragingly hot pussy descended onto his mouth. Her balls blocked his nose momentarily until Tina shifted lower and cupped them out of the way.

“Of course,” Adelle snorted as she lowered her mouth to engulf Tank’s swiftly swelling cock. “We’re horny.”

“We’re all horny all the time,” Tank said into Tina’s cunt before she rammed her pussy against his mouth and clamped her muscular thighs around his ears and prevented him from talking or hearing.

“Shut up and lick,” Tina panted as Tank’s gifted tongue probed along her drenched and parted labia and found her button.

“Gawd, Sis,” Demi moaned as she lifted and spread Tank’s knees and cupped his tennis ball-sized testes out of the way so she could tongue his cunt and suck his clitoris. “How many years have we fantasised about doing this?”

“I’m not sure you ever imagined licking Tank’s cunt,” Adelle laughed, momentarily letting Tank’s stupendous cock out of her mouth.

“Do you think he’d let me fuck him?” Demi asked.

“I’m betting yes,” Tina said as she rode Tank’s face and jacked her 10-inch cock.

Demi moved to her knees and pushed Tank’s knees further back, lifting his pussy higher until it lined up with her throbbing cock. Then, she pushed her hips forward and slid it into Tank’s dripping cunt. Tank moaned gutturally into Tina’s pussy and increased his licks and stabs into her.

Tank’s skilful ministrations to Tina’s vulva and clit soon had her rocketing into a powerful orgasm. Simultaneously with her pussy fluttering open and her ass clenching, Tina’s throbbing cock twitched, and she spat thick ropes of cum onto Tank’s stomach and Adelle’s face.

“More!” Tina demanded as she shuddered and ground herself against Tank’s chin, lips, and nose. Tina’s arousal was already climbing to her climactic peak again.

Unconcerned with Tina’s gooey spend over her face, Adelle let Tank’s enormous cock out of her mouth and straddled him. She reached behind her and wrapped her hands around Tank’s thick shaft. She moaned as she sank slowly onto it. Tank moaned deep in his chest as his glans hit Adelle’s cervix before it opened, and he slid into her cervical canal. Tank’s cock’s eye briefly peered into Tina’s womb when her tight ass hit his rock-hard abdomen.

Meanwhile...

“Harder!” Angelina demanded. Her shoulders were firmly pushed into her bed, with her delicious D-cup breasts flattened beneath her. Angelina’s muscular, heart-shaped ass was held in Brian’s powerful hands as he ripped her back onto his giant cock. “I said harder, Gawddammit!”

Brian chuckled and shifted so that he squatted on Angelina’s bed. Then, using his powerful lower back, glutes, and upper thighs, Brian rammed his 11-inch cock into Angelina’s clasping pussy. Brian’s pelvis banged against Ms Jolie’s taut ass with a solid, meaty thump. He smacked her ass, pulled back, and rammed in again.

“Yes!” Angelina crowed. “Plough my white pussy, you big, beautiful man. Drive this slut’s uterus out her throat!”

Brian was more than happy to oblige, and despite his burning thighs, he increased the speed and force of his thrusts into the gorgeous actress’ soaking cunt.

“Almost!” Angelina panted. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! That’s it!” She growled low and loudly, “That’s it, I’m cuuuuuuuummmmmmmmiiiiiiiinnnnnngggggggggg!” Juices gushed from her pussy as her female ejaculate flooded Brian’s cock and drenched his enormous balls.

Brian locked into place, his cock’s head buried entirely inside Jolie’s womb. “Fffffffaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrkkkkkkkkkkk!” He growled as his balls clamped against his shaft, and his prostate cramped. Cum burst from his cock’s eye and showered Angelina’s insides like a geyser showered its surroundings. “Fffffffaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrkkkkkkkkkkk!” Brian growled again as his cock erupted repeatedly, filling Angelina’s uterus and flowing back out to drip from his twitching balls.

Panting, they collapsed onto the bed until Brian’s slowly wilting cock plopped from Angelina’s extremely tight cunt. A small river of cum and lady juice flowed after it.

Wriggling her divine bottom, Angela encouraged Brian off her and onto his back. She moved between his legs and pushed his knees back and apart. Lining her 12-inch cock with his pussy, Angelina rammed it home. “My turn,” she giggled as she forced her cock through Brian’s cervical canal and into his womb. “I’m going to breed you, big boy,” Angelina teased as she ground her pubis against Brian’s clit, her glans rocking back and forth as if examining Brian’s uterus’ insides.”

“I guess I’m not a virgin anymore,” Brian joked.

Shocked, Angelina asked, “I’m the first one who has been inside you? Anan typically rewards herself by taking the enhanced human’s virginities.”

“She says I’m too masculine to interest her,” Brian explained. “She suggested that I slept imagining myself to be as feminine as possible. Then, if that works, she’ll fuck me. But, fuck that, right?”

“Well, this girl is pleased you’re not feminine-looking,” Angelina grinned. “Even if she is using her 12-inch cock to fuck you. Oh, and Brian?” He nodded. “You’re going to love this!” She pulled all but the tip of her gigantic cock out of his pussy and viciously rammed it back in.

“You’re right!” Brian gasped as his orgasm almost instantly crashed over him, and his nut juice spat onto his chest.

In Tank’s room...

The twins had lain down with their firm buns pressed against each other. Adele’s left thigh was over Demi’s right, and her right thigh was under Demi’s left. They craned their heads to watch as they held their cocks upright, and Tank knelt and lowered himself onto the girls’ penises. He grunted as Demi’s cock’s bulging head entered his slippery cunt, and then groaned protestingly as Adele’s slid into his ass and parted his knot.

Following the girls’ instructions, Tank fell back onto his hands. Next, he shook his head disbelievingly as Tina straddled the three of them and sank onto his throbbing, almost 11-inch cock.

“Now, this is a version of a three-holed slut I’ve never seen before,” Tank tried to joke as sensations never felt before in such concentrated amounts raced through him. He felt excruciatingly gorgeously full, and yet his cock was wholly enveloped by an extremely tight, wet, and hot cunt.

Tina drove the sex train they were on because she was the only one who had free movement. She lifted herself until only the tip of Tank’s gigantic member remained inside her. Then, Tina let herself fall, moaning as Tank’s dick roared up her slick channel, pared her cervical canal open and raced up it to peer into her womb.

Her ass hitting Tank’s pelvis drove the cocks inside him to their maximum depth, and although the twins’ cocks were closer to ten inches than eleven, they both filled Tank deliciously. Tina lifted and dropped again, delighting in feeling her cunt and cervical channel filled to their maximum. Then, as the moans beneath her raised in loudness and frequency, she began riding Tank for all she was worth.

“Too much!” Tank grunted as he unloaded into Tina’s ragingly hot cunt.

Feeling Tank’s cum boiling into her uterus, Tina imagined he was breeding a child into her, and she screamed as her orgasm ratcheted through her body.

The twins had been biting their bottom lips and holding their climaxes at bay from the moment Tina had dropped onto Tank’s pelvis and driven their cocks into his holes. Tank’s tightly clenching cunt and ass undid their resistance, and their cocks erupted, spewing their cum into the muscular actor. Tank grunted again and orgasmed as he felt the young women cumming inside him. His enormous cock spewed more baby-making juice into Tina’s womb.

A week later.

President Xi opened his eyes slowly. Over the last almost sixty years since Mao Zedong’s revolution succeeded, presidential assassinations in China have become rare indeed. However, there was always a chance it would occur. Xi was confident his guards were loyal to him. However, as Indira Gandhi discovered, that was not always the case. There were people in his room who were not members of his staff. That, President Xi knew. If they weren’t his staff, they were likely to be assassins. To his credit, his only regret was that he would never hold his wife or daughter again.

“Sorry to barge in on you like this, President Xi,” A smooth, amused voice stated. “But we need to make you aware of a matter of grave importance not only to China but to the entire world.”

“Such as?” Xi asked, proud of how calm he sounded.

“We’ll tell you, along with the other leaders, we’re kidnapping tonight,” the voice informed him.

Light enveloped President Xi, and he collapsed into unconsciousness as his stomach rebelled and he wondered if he’d throw up.

President Putin stretched after getting out of his bed. He smiled happily at his sleeping wife. Times were tough for all Russians, and Putin was no exception. He often worked through the night, shoring up support from his few allies and chivvying wavering party members to continue supporting the war.

Although the invasion of Ukraine proceeded as his advisors predicted, the vehement opposition of the Ukrainian people and the willing support offered them by almost all of the rest of the world had surprised him. The rare times he got to sleep an entire night with his beloved were a treasure to be enjoyed. Their marriage had celebrated forty-one years recently, and Vladimir could not imagine life without her.

He strode naked to his kitchen, proud of his muscular physique, his weight unchanged from his days as a young KGB agent. The door closed behind him as he walked from his hallway into the kitchen, and the lights came on. Putin blinked in the sudden light, instinctively reaching for the pistol typically attached to his right hip. Realising it wasn’t there, Putin spun to his left and dropped, minimising his profile to the assassin he thought was in his house.

A delightfully feminine chuckle tickled his ears. “Impressive,” the woman teasingly said, “President Putin, we are not here to kill you, even though the Ukrainian people might wish we were. We need you to accompany us to a clandestine meeting of the World Superpower leaders. It’s time to put an end to the ridiculous divisions on Earth because there is a far worse terror approaching from outer space.”

“You are?” President Putin asked calmly, proud he’d remained stoic despite thinking his life was forfeit.

“WOLF,” the woman replied, stepping from outside into the light.

Stunned, Vladimir stumbled, “Angelina Jolie! What’s the meaning of this? Why are you in my home?”

“Your eyesight and mental acuity remain undulled by time, President Putin,” Angelina teased. “It is good to see you again, Volodya,” she said, taking his hands and kissing both his cheeks in the Russian way. “Please, we will return you unharmed. Accompany me?”

President Putin nodded, and an insistent light engulfed him. ‘Fuck!’ He thought as his stomach heaved and he passed out.

Ex-President/President-Elect Trump poured another glass and offered it to the hulking presence in his home office. He tipped his scotch glass to Tank. “I figured an assassin would attempt to murder me before I could take office,” Donald said in his typical inimitable fashion. “But I would never have believed the killer would be an Australian actor.”

Tank accepted the glass and chuckled along with President Trump. Tank had regularly accepted Donald’s invitations to Mar-a-Lago. He was an avid, if not quite hopeless, golfer. “Mister President,” Tank said respectfully. “I am not here to kill you. Instead, I’m asking you to attend an impromptu meeting between the world’s superpowers.”

Taking a hefty swallow, Donald asked, “And if I refuse?”

Tank matched Trump’s swallow and smiled. “I couched it as a request, but...” Light surrounded the pair, and The Donald joined the others on the cloaked re-entry vehicle.

Vice-President Kamala Harris gasped as her eyes closed. Her hands pressed against her husband’s broad chest as she rode him hard, arcing toward her third orgasm that night. ‘How had things gone so wrong?’ She briefly wondered as her husband ejaculated inside her, and she came. ‘How could I have lost to the pussy grabber?’

Kamala eased off her husband and stumbled into her en suite. She knew Douglas would probably already be asleep, but she hated leaking his fluids all night, so she wanted to shower. Exiting the shower, she dried off and put on a nightie. Ready to sleep, Vice-President Harris opened the door and stepped into her bedroom.

“Sorry to bother you, Mrs Vice-President,” a cultured feminine voice soothed. “But your presence is required.”

“Where?” Kamala fearfully asked, aware that many of the Clinton’s enemies had mysteriously disappeared. She was an ally, but still.

“At a meeting with the world’s leaders,” the voice told her as an enveloping light surrounded her. Vice-President Harris vomited before passing out.

President Joe Biden hated mornings most of all. He was at his most aware first thing in the morning and could tell his mind was ... well, it had slipped, he admitted to himself. ‘It was never supposed to be like this,’ he thought as he swallowed the chemical regimen he was on to hold the creeping dementia at bay.

Joseph Robinette Biden Jr. had coveted the presidency since first entering the Senate in 1973 but thought that ambition had been lost. However, when someone of Barack Obama’s calibre asks you to serve, you do not hesitate. Joe thought his political career had ended with President Obama’s second term, but when his party asked for his help to oust the ‘pussy grabber’, the old political warrior saddled up one more time. He won, admittedly controversially, but President Biden still turned his waning faculties to running his country to the best of his abilities. Now, in only a few short weeks, he’d ride off into the sunset, satisfied with what he’d achieved.

“Sorry to bother you, Mister President,” a voice addressed him from behind.

‘From behind,’ Joe thought. ‘There are only the bedrooms behind me. No one should be there.’ Joe turned slowly, wondering why someone would assassinate him at this late stage of his presidency. “You’re Tank Zaffra,” The President gasped. “Why would a Hollywood actor want to kill me?”

“I don’t,” Tank smiled. “But I do need you to accompany me to a clandestine meeting with the other Superpower leaders.”

White light blinded President Biden, and his stomach rebelled.

Sir Keir Rodney Starmer, Prime Minister of Great Britain and the United Kingdom, had ducked into his personal bathroom. He needed to be in the chamber shortly because Parliament was in session, and Question Time awaited. Keir sighed and relaxed. In here was one of the few places he was free of his protection detail, and Keir embraced the chance to be alone. He washed his face at the sink, dried it and his hands and froze, sensing someone was in the room.

“Good morning, Mr Prime Minister,” A sexy, sensual voice said smokily.

Keir turned, “You’re Angelina Jolie,” he stated, disbelieving anyone was in his private bathroom, let alone an A-list Hollywood actor.

“Yes, I am,” Angelina smiled.

“How did you get in here?” Sir Starmer asked.

“Like this,” Angelina grinned. Sir Starmer’s world turned bright white. And he collapsed to his knees before falling over unconscious.

Looking at the unconscious world leaders, who had been helped into military-style jumpsuits and then webbing seats and secured in, Tank and Angelina chuckled before Tank turned to face her. “Want to grab the Irish President and Prime Minister together?” Further research revealed that both men needed to approve any military action in Ireland.

“Sure,” Angelina agreed. “The others have shit seeing just one of us. Imagine what the last two will do when we both appear.”

According to Tenerife’s latest reconnaissance report, they were sequestered together, discussing the Aridian base of all things. It seemed one of the latest kidnapping victims was the daughter of one of the Garda Counter-Terrorism International senior operatives. They’d traced her to the camp.

“That’s convenient,” Tank mused. “Let’s grab the operative, too. He’ll definitely want in on attacking the base.”