Chapter 10: Pupil 10

Zara barely remembered the weird nightmare she had, only the outlines. She didn’t like the thought but might ask Margaret about this.

“Sorry, but I don’t know where is she right now,” replied Angela, Margaret’s assistant, with a shrug of her slender shoulders, “Margaret only talks to me if she orders something to eat or drink. I’m more of a glorified waitress than an actual assistant. At least to her.”

“Damn it! I wanted to ask her about something,” Zara murmured.

“Is it something super serious or just something small? Like a check-up?” Angela asked.

“That’s what I want to find out. Anyway, I’ll try tomorrow then.”

“No need for that,” Angela stopped her, “I can give Aritimi a call and ask her about where is Margaret. I already planned to do it later.”

“You can call Aritimi?” Zara raised an eyebrow.

“Not with a phone. I can call her telepathically, thanks to my augmentation,” Angela revealed, “I thought Margaret wanted me to have this to be more efficient, but she only gave it to me to call me more easily to do things for her.”

“Are you sure Aritimi will know where she is?”

“She probably knows. Margaret often uses her as a way of transportation,” Angela said and then put her hand to her forehead, concentrating for a moment, “Okay, I’ve reached out to Aritimi. Give me a second.”

“Hmm, can you tell me your name? Aritimi wants to know who asks.”

“Zara Cromwell.”

Before Angela could say anything more to Zara, a bright portal opened beneath her.

The dim light of the building had been replaced with bright daylight as Zara found herself standing on a grassy field.

“Good morning, pupil,” she heard Aritimi’s voice from behind her. She was already naked.

“Um, you could have just come to me but anyway. I just wanted to ask Margaret about something but I can’t find her,” Zara said.

“She asked me to help with my portals. There’s an expedition somewhere in Antarctica and they found the remains of an ancient monster. A Dinosaur Centaur as I heard. It’s in a pretty good shape and now all the monster biologists are on their way there. We won’t see Margaret for a week at least. What do you want from her?”

“I just wanted to ask something that maybe has something to do with my Flesh Fiend powers.”

“Recently, I learned a lot about these monsters. From Margaret herself. I’m pretty sure I can answer your question.”

“Okay, I had a...”

“But,” Aritimi cut her short with a smug smile, “I need some help too. I know that you are scheduled to another day this week but I only got one girl here so far. Akemi is supposed to be the other but she is only available for tomorrow.”

“So you want me to do the course with this other girl? That’s all?”

“Yes. We need to have at least two pupils for each day. But most of the others are also unavailable today.”

“Okay. Why not? At least I can have some rest between the course and the training then,” Zara said with a sigh.

“My friend and the other pupil are already here. Waiting there,” Aritimi pointed at a big military tent.

As they walked toward it, the tent’s flaps parted, and a tall woman walked out of it. No, not tall, she was gargantuan. She towered over both Zara and Aritimi with her inhuman 2.7 meters height. Her brown hair was worn in a long ponytail. The clothes she was wearing were minimal, only consisting of a tight black cycling pant and a matching sports bra with “HSA” written on both of them.

After the first shock, Zara realized that she must be a human woman who just simply taller than average. She was fit with muscular limbs but her proportions were very human. Probably suffering from gigantism, Zara thought.

“Oh, another pupil. You must be the one with the Flesh Fiend powers,” the giantess said with a surprisingly soft voice, “I’m Bo Rourke by the way. The Anti-Kaiju Squad’s leader. You can call me Big Bo if you want.”

“She is the little sister of the 50-foot woman,” Aritimi said jokingly with the word “little” in air quotes.

“Don’t believe her,” Bo shrugged, “I played her a few times in some school plays though,” she chuckled.

Zara entered the tent while Aritimi stayed outside with Bo to talk about something. She quickly noticed the other pupil, a girl who was sitting on one of the chairs there, reading a book.

“Um ... hi,” the girl said awkwardly, “You are ... Akemi Yoriko?”

“Ohayo gozaimasu,” Zara bowed, hiding a grin. She hoped she pronounced the phrase she heard from Akemi properly. The girl looked at her in confusion.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist,” Zara added with a smile, “I’m Zara Cromwell. I will replace Akemi for today.”

“Oh, okay,” the girl sighed, “Nice to meet you, Zara. I’m Dayanara Walsh, by the way. Feel free to call me just Day. Not even my parents used my whole name for a while.”

Zara examined Dayanara. She had pale skin with some freckles. Her eyes were a deep shade of green, almost black. Her hair was long fiery red, thick, and naturally curly. But not just her hair was thick. She was full-figured with large breasts and wide hips which was accentuated by her tight green shirt and jean shorts. Not the body type of an average monster hunter.

“Nice to meet you, Day. Do you know what’s gonna happen today? I wasn’t scheduled for today originally.”

“Some training to see what it looks like to fight giant monsters,” Dayanara replied with a big smile, “I’m super excited because I love giant monsters. I watched every recording of every giant monster fight from the HSA’s database at least once. Once I pass the exam, I will join this unit.”

“That’s the spirit. I don’t have a favorite monster type though. I like hunting all of them.”

“I guess you should be one of the top hunters then, like Aritimi. I mean if your augmentations are enough good. The HSA has high standards for someone to reach that level. Not even nepotism can get you there if you are weak.”

As Dayanara finished her sentence, Zara turned her left and then right hand into growling wolf heads, “Good enough?” she winked as her hands formed back into their real shape.

“Whoa! What kind of power was that?”

“Cellular rewrite by a Flesh Fiend,” Zara replied proudly.

“Neat. Look what I got,” Dayanara’s red mane began to elongate and move like tentacles, and then it formed two muscular arms in a flexing position.

“Not bad. Is this from a Furry Fury?” Zara speculated.

“No. I got some hair follicle implants from a Hair Hag.”

“Ew! All of these were implanted? It didn’t hurt?” Zara cringed at the thought of what it could feel like.

“Of course not all. Most of this hair is mine but they have been enhanced by the Hair Hag’s hair. Now I’m able to use this power anywhere on my body.”

“Anywhere?”

“Exactly, take a look,” Dayanara said with a proud smile, then proceeded to grow her eyebrows into two thick, prehensile strands, “It’s pretty cool, right?”

“Yeah. And you can do this with your pubes as well?” Zara asked semi-jokingly and semi-seriously.

“Why is this everyone’s first question when I tell them about my powers?” Dayanara pouted angrily. But then she and Zara burst out in laughter.

“Sorry for being late,” Bo said as she entered the tent, “I needed to talk with Timi about today’s schedule.”

“We going to fight some giant monsters?” Zara asked.

“Not for real. But there will be a small training fight here with some of the cooperative monsters we captured during the years,” Bo answered, “But first. What do you know about giant monsters?”

“I know that a monster can be counted as a giant monster above ten feet,” Dayanara started.

“The HSA is a global organization so we mostly use the metric system. You can continue,” Bo added.

“Okay, so a monster is a giant monster above ten feet, I mean ... three meters and they count as a Kaiju above ten meters. Long ago, only the giant reptilian creatures were called Kaiju but now it’s an umbrella term for any giant monster above this size,” Dayanara corrected herself with a blush, feeling a bit embarrassed by her mistake.

“I see you did your homework,” Bo gave her a warm smile.

“What kind of monsters we are up against?” Zara asked curiously.

“Bridezillas,” Bo revealed.

“Godzillas?” Dayanara gasped.

“Nope. Bridezillas,” Aritimi clarified.

“I didn’t hear about this type,” Zara scratched her head.

“They are not common in this part of the USA,” Dayanara answered.

“What should we know about them?” Zara glanced at Bo.

“In a nutshell. They are big humanoid creatures who look like giant women in wedding dresses,” Bo explained.

“Oh, I should have expected this by the bride part,” Zara replied.

“We can start our training soon, but first. Get into your “fighting gears,” pupils. So you can do the training naturally,” Aritimi said with air quotes and then looked at the brunette giantess, “You too, Bo.”

Bo and Zara just sighed as they knew what was about to happen.

“Okay,” Dayanara responded. Zara was sure that she had no idea what Aritimi meant by that.

“Anyway, these tight clothes are just restraining me,” Bo looked back at Aritimi and then slipped off her cycling pants, revealing her long, powerful legs. She was naked from the waist down and her skin looked super smooth. Her pussy was freshly shaved with only a small landing strip of hair above her clit. It was not overly detailed but it was clear she liked to keep herself neat.

“Hey! Who the hell starts undressing by revealing their crotch? That’s not fair!” Aritimi snapped at her, “Release the boobies first and then the pussy! Only weirdos and psychopaths do it this way!”

“I like to do it in this order,” Bo grinned back at the frowning huntress and then pulled her bra above her head. Her breasts bounced gently, a clear sign of their natural weight. They were large, with dark areolae and tight nipples that pointed upwards. They were just as big as Aritimi’s but Bo’s breasts were more proportionate because the rest of her body was also big.

Bo then strode to a locker near the tent’s wall to put her clothes into it, “Hey, girls. You can put your clothes here.”

“Um ... okay,” Zara stammered as she snapped back to reality. She was lost in the naked giantess’ beauty for a while.

Zara was the first to undress. She did it quickly and put her clothes carefully into the locker so Dayanara would also have some space for them.

The redhead was the next. Zara could notice a little fear in her body language. She also noticed that Dayanara took some glances at her naked form.

Dayanara took her shirt off, revealing her white lace bra and a bit of a tummy. Her breasts were not as large as Bo’s or Aritimi’s but bigger than Zara’s, “Is it okay if I keep my underwear?” she asked, her cheeks blushing.

“Nope. Leave all your clothes in the locker. They’d be safer here,” Aritimi said firmly, her eyes on Dayanara, who looked at her with a mix of confusion and nervousness.

Then she kicked off her shoes while she began to slip out of her shorts, revealing matching white lace panties that clung to her plump butt. Her legs were thick, with a dusting of freckles that matched the ones scattered over her shoulders and chest. She folded her shorts and shirt neatly before placing them into the locker.

Nervously, she took a deep breath and unclasped her bra, her breasts spilling out, heavy and full, with erect nipples that stood out against the pale flesh. They bobbed slightly as she moved. With a shy look at Zara, she slipped out of her panties, showing off a neatly trimmed bush that matched the fiery red of her hair.

“Excellent,” Aritimi exclaimed, “Did you see, Bo? This is the way someone should undress.”

Bo just rolled her eyes.

“And ... ugh ... where is that fighting gear you mentioned?” Dayanara asked awkwardly.

“Excuse me?” both Aritimi and Bo raised an eyebrow.

“You told us to change into our fighting gears but I see no fighting gears here.”

At this point, Aritimi and Bo looked at each other, and then both burst out in laughter. Zara also chortled for a second.

“By fighting gear, I meant to get naked just like me,” Aritimi panted after she stopped laughing.

“But ... but ... I ... I don’t want to go out nude,” Dayanara said shyly.

“You don’t have a choice here. I am your mentor and as long as you are my pupil, you will do things the way I want. Once our work here is over, you can wear whatever you want,” Aritimi put one of her hands on the girl’s shoulder, her dark skin heavily contrasting Dayanara’s paleness.

Dayanara didn’t protest but she was visibly shocked both by the words and Aritimi’s huge breasts that were a few centimeters away from her face.

“Oh, okay,” Bo talked into her earpiece, “Timi, there’s still one thing you should check out.”

A small blue portal opened below Aritimi and shot upwards, swallowing her body in a flash.

Dayanara sat down on a chair. Her face was almost as red as her hair.

“Hey, keep your chin up,” Zara sat beside her, “It could be worse. I have to endure this each week.”

“What? She really does force you to do this each week?”

“I had to do this in public places, like the beach. I got used to it at this point,” Zara shrugged, “This place is much less public and since we are about to train against monsters, it’s unlikely that we will see civilians here.”

“Sounds much better now, not gonna lie,” Dayanara sighed in relief.

“What are we waiting for?” Zara asked Bo.

“Timi will bring here the Crypt Commando for a little training as well. She will be going to watch over them so I will stay with you for today.”

“Crypt Commando?” Dayanara gasped, “The special unit made of captured monsters?”

“Yes. Timi and the Callahan twins had some progress with them. They even got a bunch of new members.”

“Bo! Pupils! Come out!” They heard Aritimi’s voice from outside of the tent.

“Let’s go girls,” Bo encouraged them as she walked toward the entrance.

Dayanara just stood there awkwardly until Zara stopped beside her and put a hand on her shoulder, “We have a giant monster to fight during this training, that’s what you should focus on. Let’s go and save the day, Day,” she winked playfully. Dayanara chuckled a bit and began to walk with Zara.

Zara couldn’t help but look at Dayanara’s breasts as they bounced with each step. They weren’t too saggy but they had a nice weight to them, bobbing up and down as she walked. Her erect nipples looked like they were begging to be sucked. Zara even licked her lips when Dayanara didn’t watch.

The light outside felt weird after the tent, Zara squinted her eyes to not get blinded.

Aritimi and the Crypt Commando were waiting for them. The futanari centaur twins, Lun and Lin, were there. Lin’s collar was still gold-colored because of Bambi’s machination. But now they had new members.

The most noticeable were Frankie the Bolted Barbarian and Bea the Blueball Bull. They were surprised when they noticed Bo who was even taller than Frankie, even though just with ten centimeters.

But then Zara noticed another new member. It looked like a nude albino woman with white hair, red eyes, and a pair of bug-like antennas. Her limbs were black as if she was wearing long black gloves and stockings. The chitin on the end of her fingers formed claws. Her delicate feet were adorned with chitin protrusions that formed black high heels. The only real article of clothing she was wearing was a metal collar around her neck with “Koshka” written on it.

“What the...” Zara gasped, “Why does she is allowed to be here?”

“I know, but the Council approved her to be in the Crypt Commando. She is very cooperative and she allows the research team to use her for augmentations for a top hunter who needs some body parts right now,” Aritimi explained.

“Yeah, it’s Artume she is talking about, her sister,” Koshka said with a sly smile, “I’ve been with the augmentation team for a week now. I met with Aritimi’s sister there. After all, she needed new augmentations because her body was in bad shape. I chose to help her out with some of my flesh.”

“Huh! Monsters have empathy for each other,” Aritimi said with a smirk.

“I like your sister. She hates you as much as I do. When I told her about how easily I fooled you she laughed so hard that she almost got a heart attack.”

Aritimi stayed silent.

“She also said some good stories about you. Like when she caught you with a jar of peanut butter and your pet Dire Pitbull. Za za za za!” she buzzed-laughed.

“Artume told me this is the way you can tame a monster! Plus she is a liar! Plus she didn’t knock on the door! Plus she told it to everyone even though I did as she told and licked...”

“Timi! Calm down,” Bo stepped in, “I can see a vein popping in your forehead. Let’s not ruin the training day with personal grievances.”

As Zara took another glance at the bug girl something happened. She suddenly remembered a similar-looking creature from her nightmare, although it was more wasp-like.

“Maybe I should take the Crypt Commando on their training and you should stay here with the girls,” Bo offered.

“Nope. The Council only allows this if I keep an eye on them,” Aritimi shook her head.

“Don’t worry. We will try to keep her calm,” Lun said, “After all, we are also leading this unit.”

“By the way. What are you going to do here?” Zara asked.

“While you have fun with that Bridezillas, we will check out a Dire Grizzly Bear population here. They are big and strong and there’s too many of them,” Aritimi replied.

“Yeah, the yearly population control,” Bo said, “Don’t forget that you shouldn’t kill too many of them. If the population gets destroyed, it will fuck up the ecosystem very badly. There will be a power vacuum that a lot of monsters would like to fill.”

“Don’t worry. We just try to get rid of the aggressive ones and those who’d like to expand the territory,” Aritimi responded.

“Oh, that sounds pretty interesting. So bad we can’t follow you guys,” Zara lamented.

“Indeed. The forest is beautiful there. The dire beasts and the normal animals managed to coexist perfectly. It’s a sight to see. If we’re lucky, we can see some Dire Wolves too,” Aritimi exclaimed.

“We definitely have to keep an eye on her girls,” Koshka added, “Artume told me what happens if she is left alone with an unsupervised canine. Za za za!”

“If you won’t shut up, maybe I will be angry. If I am angry, I can have issues controlling my powers. If I have issues with controlling my powers I can accidentally send you somewhere else instead of your cell at the Crypt. For example, you can end up in the cell of a Goregoyle or a Terror Troll or a Buthcer Behemoth or a Flesh Fiend.”

Koshka’s expression remained the same but she gulped when she heard Flesh Fiend.

“Have a good time, pupils. We have to go now,” Aritimi waved goodbye as she and the Crypt Commando began walking deeper into the woods.

“Why don’t you just use your portals, Timi? You know where is the population.”

“I like to walk in the nature. Plus the girls also need some fresh air. Some of them didn’t see the outside for years.”

“Are you ready, pupils?” Bo asked as Aritimi and the monsters disappeared in the forest.

“Yeah, but where are our training partners?” Zara asked, “I thought they would arrive with Aritimi but no.”

“You’ll see them, we’re heading to the training grounds. The arena is just over that hill,” Bo motioned for Zara and Dayanara to follow her.

“An arena? Cool,” Zara gasped, it sounded interesting.

The three women began their trek across the grassy field, the wind carrying the scent of freshly cut grass and distant trees.

As they crested the hill, a massive structure loomed into view. It looked like a hybrid between a coliseum and a hangar, built from reinforced steel beams and concrete. It had clearly been designed for durability against anything the hunters or their monstrous opponents might throw at it. The walls were marked with deep gashes and scorches, scars from intense past battles.

The arena’s entrance was a wide metal door that groaned open as Bo put her large hands on it. Inside, Zara was struck by the sheer scale of the place. The central area was a sunken pit, surrounded by towering stands. The seating was equipped with reinforced safety rails, and above them hung massive observation screens, no doubt used to analyze fights in detail. Overhead, a retractable roof allowed in the bright daylight.

On the arena floor itself, Zara spotted various terrain simulations. One section was covered in sand, mimicking a desert environment. Another had jagged, rock-like obstacles, while a third had patches of artificial grass and shrubbery.

“This is where we train for large-scale battles,” Bo explained as they descended into the stands, “The terrain changes depending on the type of monster we’re facing. Today, we’ve got a pretty standard setup since Bridezillas aren’t tied to any specific environment.”

As they neared the edge of the stands, Zara’s eyes widened. In the center of the arena stood three towering figures.

“Whoa...” Dayanara whispered, her eyes wide with both awe and apprehension.

“Meet the Bridezillas,” Bo announced, her tone calm but commanding, “They’re cooperative monsters we’ve trained for these sessions. Don’t let their looks fool you, these ladies are formidable, and they don’t hold back.”

Zara glanced at Dayanara, who looked equally nervous and exhilarated.

“You are ready for this?” Zara asked.

“Absolutely,” Dayanara’s hair rippled slightly, as if in anticipation.

“That’s the spirit. Let’s head down. I’ll explain how this session will work,” Bo grinned, looking down at her friend’s pupils.

Bo led Zara and Dayanara down to the arena floor. She gestured toward the three towering figures standing still as statues in the middle of the pit.

“Let me introduce you to our lovely ladies here,” Bo said, her tone almost affectionate, “These Bridezillas have been with us since they were younglings. Each one is unique, and their quirks make them both fascinating and formidable opponents.”

“This is Ravelle. She’s a bit of an underdog at only eight meters tall, small for her kind, but don’t underestimate her,” Bo motioned to the smallest of the trio.

Zara and Dayanara took in Ravelle’s elegant appearance. Her fiery red hair was styled in an intricate updo, and her athletic wedding gown clung close to her form, enhancing her sleek build. The flowing, lace at the bottom of her dress shifted with her movements, giving her an air of almost supernatural grace. The small jeweled tiara on her head sparkled faintly in the daylight, blending seamlessly into the fibers of her “dress.”

“She’s fast and agile, using her size to her advantage,” Bo continued, “Her deformity, being a dwarf by their standards, made her an outcast from her tribe, but her quickness compensates for the disability. She can outmaneuver monsters twice her size.”

“Wow, she is beautiful,” Dayanara murmured. Bo turned her attention to the towering figure in the middle.

“Now, this is Berythea. At twenty meters, she’s the tallest of the group, though not abnormally so for a Bridezilla.”

Berythea’s golden blonde hair was styled into a high, intricate bun, with loose tendrils framing her sharp, angular face. Her left arm was missing entirely. Her dress was an extravagant ballgown, layered with textured frills that shimmered faintly. The sheer mass of her gown made her appear even larger, the golden patterns on the fabric catching the light with every subtle movement.

“She’s the powerhouse,” Bo explained, “But she’s not without her challenges. Berythea hatched prematurely from her egg, and her left arm never developed. Unlike injuries, Bridezillas can’t regenerate body parts they were never born with. Her tribe only saw her disability and left her behind. Still, she’s a force to be reckoned with.”

Finally, Bo pointed to the last Bridezilla.

“And here we have Nyxelle. She’s fourteen meters, perfectly average for her kind. But she stands out in her own way.”

Nyxelle’s long, jet-black hair was streaked with violet at the ends, giving her an eerie, Gothic beauty. Her pale face was framed by sharp bangs and a black lace veil draped over her head. Her gown, if it could even be called that, was a flowing masterpiece of web-like lace and jagged edges, its ribbed bodice resembling a corset.

“She is our goth queen,” Bo said with a small chuckle, “Her deformity isn’t physical though. It’s aesthetic. Her tribe left her behind because her body produced this darker, Gothic style instead of the traditional white bridal look. For them, that was enough to cast her out.”

“Wait, are you saying that her clothes are the deformity?” Zara blinked. Bo’s grin widened.

“Oh, Zara, I was just getting to that. The “dresses” they wear aren’t clothes. Bridezillas don’t need clothing like we do. What you’re seeing is their skin and bone tissue. The lace, the frills, even the hard parts like their shoes or Ravelle’s tiara, it’s all part of their bodies, produced naturally.”

Zara’s jaw dropped. “So ... those are ... skin and bones?”

“Exactly,” Bo confirmed, “Their bodies grow and shape these intricate designs instinctively. It’s part of their biology. Practical and stylish, don’t you think?”

Zara and Dayanara exchanged wide-eyed glances before Zara broke the silence.

“Okay, that’s both fascinating and creepy equally.”

“You’re not wrong. But don’t let it distract you. Each of these ladies has their own fighting style, and you’ll get to see them in action soon enough.”

As Bo finished, the Bridezillas began to shift slightly, their movements slow but deliberate, as though they were waking up from a long rest. Their immense presence filled the arena, and Zara couldn’t help but feel a mixture of awe and unease. As they got closer, Zara noticed that they were also equipped with teleport collars just like the Crypt Commando, but they wore them on the fingers as rings.

“Ready to see what they’ve got?” Bo asked her tone almost teasing.

“Born ready,” Zara cracked her knuckles.

Bo glanced at Zara and Dayanara, ready to start the sparring matches.

“Okay girls, here’s the plan. Dayanara, you’ll be paired with Ravelle. Zara, you’re up against Nyxelle. And as for Berythea...” Bo’s grin widened, “I’ll take her myself to show you how it’s done.”

The two younger huntresses nodded, steeling themselves for the challenge. But before they could step into their positions, the distant hum of rotors filled the air. The sound grew louder, and moments later, a fleet of black helicopters appeared over the arena, descending rapidly. Red laser sights from sniper rifles flickered onto each of them, painting dots on the Bridezillas and the hunters alike.

“Hands in the air!” barked a voice over the loudspeakers, distorted by static but Zara recognized the voice.

Bo sighed and raised her hands, just like Zara and Dayanara. The Bridezillas mirrored the motion hesitantly, their immense forms still graceful.

The voice from the helicopter called out again, this time more mocking.

“Both arms in the air, Blonde-zilla! Oh, wait...” Laughter erupted from the helicopter’s occupants, loud and boisterous.

Berythea just rolled her eyes, her expression of weary irritation rather than anger. Bo muttered under her breath, “Really mature...”

One of the helicopters broke formation and descended further, landing near the group. As its doors opened, a squad of heavily armed men emerged from the machine, followed by a sharp-dressed woman. Her raven-black hair was pulled into a neat bun, and her piercing gray eyes scanned the group.

Zara noticed that Dayanara was panicking as multiple men saw her nude form. She could see some of the men taking glances at her and Daynara’s bare breasts.

“Elise Merc,” Bo said, her tone a mix of surprise and suspicion, “Chief of Crowsend’s HSA branch. What brings you here? I’ve never seen you outside of your office.”

Elise smirked and stepped closer, her boots clicking against the arena’s hard surface.

“I thought I’d drop by to check the Crypt Commando and see them in action. The Council is curious about what this new project can do.”

“And you needed helicopters and a sniper squad to do that?” Bo crossed her arms, her towering form looming over Elise.

“Can’t be too careful these days, can we?” Elise shrugged. Her eyes flicked to Berythea, who was still standing with her single hand raised, “By the way. Where is Aritimi with the Crypt Commando?”

“You didn’t read my email about today’s schedule?” Bo shook her head angrily, “They are on population control in the forest right now. Also, they will have a quick training session here as well, but you will need to wait a few hours to see that.”

Zara glanced at Dayanara, who looked like she was about to explode with embarrassment as the rest of Elise’s team arrived through the gate. Elise gestured for her remaining men to join her while her helicopter joined the others and landed outside of the arena.