Today we continue with part eleven of book 4. Hope you enjoy!
“Well, this isn’t going to be easy now is it” Analia said as she stared across the mess hall table at Travour.
“I’ve been invisible my whole life, I should have incognito tattooed on my forehead” Travour laughed in his usual grunting style.
“Yes but you are not a supermodel now are you….although you could be,” Analia said with a wink that went unnoticed.
She never understood why Travour never seemed to notice her. She was stunning and had been told that hundreds of times by her management, her family, and her adoring fans. From the age of 16, she was never shunned by a man yet the way Travour treated her with indifference was somehow strangely alluring. At first, her fascination with her fellow Champion had been strictly combative. She wanted to face him in the ring. Testing her skills and winning against such a formidable opponent would be the icing on the cake to a decade long ascent to fighting mastery. Somehow, some way amidst all of the chaos he became alluring for different reasons. His massive size and physical strength were an immediate magnetic pull to her, but the softness and pain in his eyes drew her in even more. She had watched him for weeks now, and he had barely even noticed, she wasn’t used to that.
“Travour,” she said in her most seductive whisper, “do you even know who I was outside these walls? Before we all became the Champions.”
Travour looked up briefly from his protein laced lunch and looked past her to the rear of the mess hall, “There is a helicopter coming. Best we chow down, you never know what’s coming next around here, and besides you could do with a good meal, don’t they like to starve you model types?” he said with a wink and a curled smile.
Analia was caught off guard, both by the sound of the helicopter and by the fact that Travour had known all along who she was and yet had never shown any interest, she wasn’t sure which one made her more nervous.
Mr. Smith and Warren walked through the small metal door of the mess hall and headed straight for the Champions as they quickly tried to finish their breakfast.
“Ok Champions, it’s time to get a move on, Briiana has already spent a day out there incognito style, and now it’s your turn,” said Mr. Smith, “all of you except Analia and Briiana that is, you two will be staying behind for weapons training.”
“Wait what?” Analia queried, “I get Bri here not going out again but why me? I want to get back out there and help.”
Mr. Smith looked down at her and smiled, “Listen, I know you do but when was the last time you saw a supermodel just wandering around incognito. You sort of stick out like a sore thumb I am afraid, besides you would be more of a target than a help. Speaking of targets here comes the general right on cue. Have fun shooting things ladies. The rest of you follow me to the chopper.
As they headed for Lower Manhattan Mr. Smith’s voice came over their headsets, “Ok so here is the deal. Jonni, you and Iurasia are headed to the Financial District. Your job is to volunteer in one of the makeshift soup kitchens there. Get any intel you can about the larger more organized criminal groups that are operating in the downtown core. Our computer network is all but useless at this point, and even cell service has shut down. We need eyes and ears on the ground if we are going to make a difference. Shailan and Brajit, you two are headed to NYU. One of the last pieces of credible intel we did receive said that there are literally thousands of kids hunkered down in the main admin building. The majority of these kids are in a higher income bracket than most and are ripe for the picking. Your job is to protect them in the event someone gets smart and tries to rob, kidnap or otherwise mame them. I also want you to see if you can get them all on the same page, get them mobile. Most of these kids are more familiar with throwing hissy fits than they are throwing punches but they have numbers, let’s try to use that to our advantage. Reisha and Travour, you too are going to use your old connections and see if the underground fight scene is alive and well. Your end game is to get close to the Triad, we need to know what they are up to. Fight a fight then pick one with the Triad’s top fighter. When you kick his ass, you will have their attention. Ok, so that’s the game plan folks the extraction point is Dock 12 in the Wharf District, there will be a boat there at 23:00. Welcome to the new New York Champions and good luck.”
Mr. Smith turned off his mic and leaned over to Simon, “Put her down on top of Trump Tower, I am sure it was one of the first places trashed so it should be clear now.”
(To be continued…)
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