The Order

Prelude to Chapter Four

One Year Ago

 A single harpstring, plucked by Gabriel in Heaven, woke Taliesin from a deep slumber.  The sound reverberated throughout creation, crossing the infinite void, making its way to Earth for those able to hear such things.

Springing out of bed, Taliesin rushed to the window looking skyward, his face flushed and anxious.  It was still night, cold and dark in the southern hemisphere, where he currently lived. The sky was crystal clear and filled with stars so bright that the spiral arm of the Milky Way was clearly visible.  Once the note faded, absolute silence followed; the usual nightly sounds fell silent in light of what had just occurred.

Shifting his sight, Taliesin watched the remnants of the rift diminish, barely able to contain his joy and trepidation at hearing the sound and what it might mean for him. As it closed, the last star visible flared brighter over the northern hemisphere, telling him where he needed to go.

At last, an end was in sight! After all the years… a chance to end his miserable existence. He would have to tread carefully and prepare; his freedom depended on one who now bore the mark, and that person accepting the Gift Taliesin carried within him.

More excited than he had been for centuries, Taliesin rushed around his small house, dressing and making preparations to leave. An hour later, with the clothes on his back and his guitar slung over his shoulder, he abandoned his home, never intending to return. As he walked down the path to the road, his eyes turned white, and hundreds of glyphs covering the small structure became visible. Glowing brighter, they started to smoke, and within seconds ignited, reducing the house to ashes and leaving no evidence for The Order or The Enemy to find.

Chapter Four

It took the better part of the last year, but Taliesin finally discovered where he needed to be. It didn’t surprise him that Aaron and Albrecht were at the heart of what was going on. Not happy about their involvement, they were more likely to cause him grief than give him aid, but by a strange twist of fate he was once again allied with them, even if they were unaware of it.  He would have to take great care to keep his presence hidden from them, at least for the time being.

Taliesin sensed the presence of nephilim as well. They remained veiled, but their involvement was evident, and any fool could see the ripples they left. Their interest in unfolding events confirmed he was in the right place at the right time. Taliesin knew he was in the right city, but Aaron protected the man he needed to find.

Damn you, Aaron, you always were the clever one.

Through the Gift, Taliesin discerned Aaron was attempting to revive The Order, and that particular day was pivotal in the success or failure of his efforts. In his dreams, Taliesin saw many faces circling Aaron, but couldn’t identify which one bore the mark. Ten faces, five pairs, filled his vision, yet only one would carry the mark. Unfortunately, he would have to help them all since he didn’t yet know which one he needed.

Taliesin’s mastery of the Gift was extreme, and never in all his years had he faced so much difficulty in locating someone. It was more than Aaron’s protection preventing him, and he wondered at it. Somehow the ten men remained hidden, their identities shrouded by a veil he could not pierce.

It didn’t matter if the bearer of the mark was connected to another; one or many, he would eliminate whoever necessary. Nothing would stand in the way of his freedom, and removing the shackles those wretches in The Order kept on him.

The few previous days he spent inscribing glyphs to mask his presence, but once he interfered his protections wouldn’t last long, and he would be ready to flee if necessary.

One aspect of his dreams that was unequivocally clear was The Enemy’s desperation to stop whatever Aaron planned, and they would bring all their strength and hatred to bear to prevent Aaron’s success.

Ever curious, Taliesin wished to be at the center of it all and see events firsthand, but living thousands of years taught him patience and caution. He hadn’t survived all those years being stupid, yet the weight of those years sat heavy on his soul; he wasn’t meant to be Immortal and longed to be normal again, and die.

Sitting with his guitar in his lap, idly strumming chords and tuning his instrument, he waited for the day’s events to unfold.

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Ken and Brad were first on the schedule for the new procedure. Waking early, they went for their usual run but skipped weight training for the day. Once back at the house, they showered together but curtailed their usual morning sex.

Fuck B, I’m gonna be hard all mornin’.

Chuckling, Brad thought: Yeah, I’m with you, but if we’re supposed to fast, I think staying away from sex as well as food will give us an even clearer mind. Don’t you?

Hell no! I’ll just have a clearer picture of your dick in my head!

Aww, poor baby. I promise to treat you extra special when we get home. How about that?

Ken’s little kid grin appeared instantly.   

Damn, you fell for that one easy!

Even though they were fasting, they stopped and picked up breakfast for the doc, consisting of two of his favorite fried chicken biscuits with cheese, a sweet iced tea with extra ice, and of course his favorite condiment – ketchup!

The morning started out beautiful and sunny, but as they got closer to the lab, the sky darkened, and traces of lightning flashed in the sky.  Ken, with his heightened senses, heard and felt the distant thunder inside him.

Looking up through the windshield, Brad said, “Today was supposed to be clear and sunny. Oh well, we can use the rain. If we aren’t too wiped out after whatever happens, it would have been nice to get in the pool and catch some sun this afternoon.”

The parking lot was empty, so they let themselves into the lab and turned on the lights. Checking his email while waiting for the doctor, Ken found a few important messages from Darren about shutting down the company.  He was still looking over the attached spreadsheets with Brad hovering over his shoulder when the doctor arrived looking sleepy and a little disheveled.

Grinning, Ken asked, “Wild night last night, doc?”

Just as the doctor was about to reply, his eyes caught sight of his breakfast.

“Ah, bless you both! I do not know how I would survive without you.”

Brad and Ken smiled at one another, loving how dramatic he got over greasy food.

“While I partake of this scrumptious meal you have provided, the two of you can go prepare. You will need to strip completely. I know the floor is cold, but no socks, please.”

Ken and Brad headed to their lockers and stripped down, returning just as the doctor finished his food.

Brad asked, “Where do you want us, doc?”

“We will be in the gymnasium. I have commandeered the boxing ring for the day.”

Entering the gym and turning on the lights, Brad and Ken were surprised at how much equipment filled the ring. Ken jumped up on the ledge, stretching the cables apart to make it easier for the doctor to get in.

As soon as he stepped through, the doctor began turning on power switches and waking up computers. Amidst all the equipment, they noticed a small table covered with glass beakers and various colored serums, and a large chest they had never seen before that looked old. To Ken, it smelled musty and strange.

“I have prepared special harnesses for you to wear. They are delicate, so be careful when putting them on. You can help each other to make it easier. There is a diagram on that table instructing you how to get in and out of them.”

As he spoke, the doctor opened the old chest, exposing an intricate set of drawers and small cabinets. Pulling out the two bottom drawers, he set them on the closest table, revealing the harnesses.

Made of various colored metals and wires, the harnesses were designed to reach down between their legs and wrap back up across their torsos and backs, clasping at the shoulders and neck. In addition, a small chain connected a circlet to go around their foreheads.  There were three empty clasps, one on the circlet, and another at the chest and abdomen. At first glance the harnesses looked fragile, but once on, they were surprisingly sturdy.

Smiling, Brad said, “We look like we belong in a bad science fiction movie, doc.”

The doctor's only comment was, “Just wait.”

Reaching inside his shirt, the doctor pulled out a small crystal on a delicate silver chain. Waving it over two small, intricately carved panels in the chest, they opened with a slight pop. Brad and Ken looked at each other with raised eyebrows.

Noticing their looks, the doctor said, “You are about to embark on the next part of your Journey. You have taken a few steps on this road in the last months, but after today you will be changed forever. This is the final procedure in the program, and it is irrevocable. As with your previous alterations, you will continue to grow and mature for many years to come.

“This next step will seem the strangest. What you experience today is a different type of science. You could say it is metaphysical, but only in the sense that it is beyond any conventional science you have been exposed to so far. I will warn you, there will be physical changes, but I think you will be pleased with the results.”

Opening another small panel, the doctor revealed two rows of ornate disks, each with a colored crystal in the center; one blue, one yellow, and one red. Brad realized what they were right away.

“These attach to the clasps at each energy center on your bodies. They go in order and will only fit in the appropriate socket.”

Brad picked up the small oval disk with the red crystal.

“Alright, Ken, I’ll put yours on first, then you can do mine.”

Kneeling, Brad attached the crystal to the clasp just below Ken’s belly button. As soon as it clicked in place, the crystal began to glow, and Brad let out an “Oh!” of surprise.

“What do you mean, oh?”

Glancing down, Ken saw the red glow and said, “Oh!”

Chuckling at his reaction, Brad said, “We need to wear these to our next Christmas Party, doc.”

Brad attached the yellow crystal next, fastening it to the clasp at the center of Ken’s chest, and again, as soon as it snapped in place, it started to glow.

Grinning, Ken said, “That’s so cool!”

Smirking, Brad fastened the blue crystal to the clasp on Ken’s circlet, and when he finished, Ken wore three glowing crystals at the energy centers of his body.

Looking at Ken’s naked form in the harness, Brad said, “Actually, you should be in a sci-fi porn movie.”

“Yeah, I kinda like this! I see what you mean about the Christmas party. This is awesome, doc! Okay, golden boy, your turn.”

In another minute, Brad had the same glowing gems attached to his harness.

When the harnesses were complete, the doctor said, “Sit on the mat in the center of the ring, back to back with your legs crossed. I want as much physical contact between you as you can manage, so press tightly together.”

The gym was chilly, and the warmth of Ken’s body felt good.  Once they were as close as they could get, the doctor used small hooks to connect their harnesses across the upper shoulders and down their sides.

Brad asked, “Doc, would it be a problem if we held hands instead of keeping our arms down?”

Pausing a moment, the doctor pondered Brad’s question.

“It would give us more physical contact.”

“Try it, and let me check the readings.”

Intertwining their fingers, Ken and Brad extended their arms, so the back of their arms touched.

Looking at his monitors, the doctor said, “Yes, that is fine, slightly better, in fact.

“Now, relax. I anticipate this process will take slightly less than an hour to complete. You will feel many things, some may be uncomfortable, and some may feel very good. It is imperative you remain as still as possible and do not attempt to guide or manipulate any of the energy flows once they start. I cannot stress this enough; under no circumstances try to influence anything in any way, and, no matter what you see or hear, do not move.”

Ken said, “You’re makin’ me nervous, doc. Is everythin’ alright?”

“I have allowed for extra protection today, but The Enemy does not wish this procedure to happen. I am confident they will attempt to interfere. The building is secure and the gym even more so, but we cannot be too careful.”

B, he’s worried.

I know. He’s trying for our sake not to show it, but I can tell he’s uptight. I wish we knew more about why today is so much more important than any of the other procedures we’ve already gone through. I trust him, and I know you do too, but I’m scared for him. We won’t be able to help if something goes wrong. Hopefully, Albrecht is close by. From what he said, if The Enemy interferes directly, it lets him intervene, and I know he won’t want anything to happen to the doc.

You’re right. But I tell ya B, I don’t think we’ve seen what the doc is capable of. My guess is if it comes down to a fight, he’s gonna be like Yoda and whip some ass like we’ve never seen.

Brad smiled at Ken’s thought and the imagery it invoked.

“Quiet your minds, please.”

Blushing, they hoped the doctor hadn’t overheard them.

“No, I was not eavesdropping, but I can tell when you talk to one another by the expressions on your faces.”

Kneeling beside them, the doctor dipped a cotton ball in alcohol and swabbed the ball of their right shoulders. Then, from a small vial with an eyedropper, he placed three drops on each shoulder, and a slight sting followed as the liquid absorbed into their skin.

Next, opening a small refrigerator, he took out two children’s sippy cups, labeled ‘Kenneth’ and ‘Bradford.'  

Putting the straw to Ken’s lips, he said, “Drink.”

Ken’s eyebrows raised in surprise at how good it tasted, just like a strawberry milkshake, his favorite. The doc knew them well, and Brad’s tasted like banana peanut butter, his favorite.

“Remain calm and quiet, and still your minds.  It will take a moment for your energies to start flowing.”

Dimming the lights, the doctor put the room in total darkness except for the computer equipment and the glowing gems on the harnesses. Ken felt the vibrations running through the building as the storm outside built, and his thoughts drifted back nearly twenty years to the day they faked their deaths in Syria and the storm that rocked the helicopter. He remembered various other pivotal times in his life and how strong weather seemed to reflect those times, and wondered at it.

A sudden, intense wrongness hit Brad and Ken out of the blue, gut-wrenchingly fierce, and both of them exclaimed, “Doc! Something’s up!”

“Yes, I feel it as well. Remember, it is imperative you do not move. You must stay put and let me deal with whatever happens. Remember; do not attempt to interfere. Promise me, both of you!”

Neither of them liked it one bit and trusted the doc, but the idea of him being in danger didn’t sit well.

Reluctance clear in their voices, they both said, “We promise,”

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Ken and Brad knew something was about to happen; their instincts screamed ‘danger’ as loudly as ever. They couldn’t yet see the giant robed figures standing outside the boxing ring. Even standing on the floor, the top rope of the ring only came to the waist of the tall figures.

It is time.

We must hold.

Against a third of the infinite host?

We will not be alone. We must prevail.

The doctor’s protections will help, but even he is unaware of what is about to descend upon us.

Each of the nephilim stood on one side of the ring, their long arms outstretched with their fingertips touching.

Let us begin.

Bowing their heads reverently, the chorus of their mental voices began the age-old incantation.

We stand outside Time, in a place not of Earth, joined together as One. By all thy Holy Angels, by the powers of Light, we call Thee to guard and defend these men from all perils, O Most High.

The leader of the four sent his thoughts out to the Universe, his voice loud and clear.

Four Corners, I Call Thee to me!

Raising his head, now looking to the Heavens, he continued: Hail, Mighty Uriel, Archangel and Protector of the North. Angel of Death, Protector of the Nether Shores, Power of Earth, Life, Patience, and Strength, I greet you now in perfect Love and perfect Trust. Changeless power of unending change, in steadfastness and strength, I bless the element of Earth and call upon you to gather here with me.

As soon as the nephilim started the ritual, the darkness in the gym changed. The blackness of the ceiling shifted subtly, filling with stars and the vastness of the heavens. With Uriel’s name invoked, his ghostly form appeared behind his summoner, twice as tall, human in shape, but winged. Uriel cloaked himself, appearing hazy, knowing the men below could not look on his true form yet without being destroyed.

The second nephilim continued: Hail, Mighty Raphael, Archangel and Protector of the East! Healer, Guardian of Wind and Tempest, Power of Air, Intellect, Thought, Intuition, and Imagination, I greet you now in perfect Love and perfect Trust. As you carry the seeds of life across the land, as you bring the moisture of the storms to the shore, join me in all your gentle and powerful ways. I bless the element of Air and call upon you to gather here with me.

With each successive invocation, the archangels appeared behind their summoner, standing tall and powerful in the same manner as Uriel.

The third nephilim continued: Hail Michael, Mighty Archangel, and Protector of the South. Defender, Keeper of the Gates of Eden, Power of Fire, Feeling, Passion, and Determination, I greet you now, in perfect Love and perfect Trust. Flaming One, Bright Warrior, Wild courage, Lion-strength, I bless the element of Fire and call upon you to gather here with me.

The fourth nephilim continued: Hail, Mighty Gabriel, Archangel and Protector of the West. Herald and Voice of the Most High, Power of Water, Emotion, Love, and Intervention, I greet you now, in perfect Love and perfect Trust. Water, soft and yielding, formless and flowing, you are the blood coursing through our veins. I bless the element of Water and call upon you to gather here with me.

The nephilim, their voices resonating in unison between their minds and the Universe, intoned: Amen.

The four archangels, protectors of Ken and Brad and the entire team, stretched out their mighty wings, wrapping and intertwining them around the ring, forming a shield. A dome appeared, barely visible, covering the two men and the doctor.

In the darkness of the heavens, visible now in the ceiling, an ebon cloud appeared, blotting out stars as it formed. Far away but rapidly growing in size as it approached, it boiled and seethed as grotesque shapes writhed within it. It was all the power of the dark, its mightiest servants, come to destroy the hope of The Order.

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Sensing the danger but unable to see it, Ken and Brad did their best to trust the doctor and stay calm.

After a few minutes, a warm, flush feeling spread through their bodies, and the gems on their harnesses grew brighter. Their bodies tightened, like after an intense workout with their muscles swollen and full of blood. A sheen of sweat covered their skin, reflecting the light from the gems, accentuating their muscular forms. Something inside them was building, like a dam about to burst.

Suddenly, a ribbon of vibrant azure energy arced out of their foreheads, looping back, Brad’s into Ken and Ken’s into Brad, connecting the two men and creating a circuit. The strength and suddenness of it startled them, but they remained still. There was no pain, just a prevailing sense of warmth and power as their minds flowed together, becoming one. Each man felt the other through the energy flow as they did the previous night but magnified a hundredfold. This time, however, it began to change them.

The swirling energies warmed and moved the air around them, brushing soothingly across their damp skin. A moment later, a burst of golden energy erupted from the gems at their chests, and a second ribbon formed, connecting them. The air stirred stronger, blowing the hair on their heads and bodies. Their minds, hearts, and souls were now wholly together, and even prepared, the profound intensity of the connection overwhelmed them. Their souls embraced, and they once again became lost in the depths of one another. Tears streamed down their faces, unable to contain the joy and love they felt at being so wholly completed in one another.

After another moment, the last gems flared, and a thick crimson ribbon burst forth, looping back and joining their physical bodies. They were, at the moment, one being, greater by far than the sum of their individual selves, and the paradox of their existence became evident for the first time. They had no knowledge of it yet, but that was what The Enemy feared, above all else.

Where the arcs of energy intersected molten sparks flew and the flows became blindingly white, so intense that the doctor lost sight of them. The hair on their heads and bodies blew like they were in a windstorm.

Squeezing their hands tightly together, neither of them were afraid, but the stress from the changes taking place made itself felt. Their bodies, hearts, and minds became fluid, coursing between them, returning altered, and far more powerful.

The only coherent thought either of them could form was I love you, and they repeated it to one another like a mantra. Every ounce of love shared between them went into those words, binding them together, anchoring them, while their very existence was about to break apart.

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The black cloud was beyond measure. In the spiritual realm, the dome protecting the boxing ring, barely visible before, flared brightly as the cloud struck, shaking the building with the impact and nearly knocking the doctor off his feet.

With the first blow, lightning and thunder cracked deafeningly through the skies of Atlanta, an echo in the physical realm of what occurred across the veil. Relentless, the cloud struck, again and again, as smoky tendrils like fists beat upon the shield, attempting to shatter it and destroy the men beneath. Thunder and lightning continued rippling across the sky with every blow, and funnel clouds appeared, causing alarm as high winds blew down trees and power lines.

As powerful as the forces protecting them were, the Enemy pitted all its might against the barrier, desperate to break through and destroy the two men before their transformation was complete. The archangels bowed from the pressure, and the nephilim summoners were on bended knee, shaking with effort. The dark cloud was relentless, driven by the evil will of The Master, guiding and strengthening every blow, attempting to find a small crack to get through and devour the minds and souls of the men below.

Across the city, Taliesin sensed what was happening and knew his time to join the fight was upon him. His only hope of freedom rested in Aaron’s ritual finishing.

Strumming his guitar, his eyes turned white. The song that came to mind came from a dream he had over five hundred years ago, and he never realized its purpose until that moment.  The Gift clearly at work, his fingers moved faster across the strings, and wind swirled around him as he sang the lyrics in the ancient tongue of which the song was written. His voice lifted loud and clear, filling his soul and carrying him where he needed to go to find the strength to help.  His voice, heard above the wind, resonated across the veil.

Across the city in the lab, the angelic figures heard Taliesin’s song and were heartened by it, bolstered by the strength and protection he sent their way. Slowly straightening, they not only held the Enemy at bay but slowly started pushing them back, and the movements of the cloud became frantic as The Enemy realized it might not succeed.

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Ken and Brad had no idea how much time had passed since the procedure started. The energies began to dissipate, dimming and pulsing in time with their slowing heartbeats, as both men breathed deep and steady, exhausted.

Suddenly, an intense sting on the ball of their right shoulders surprised them. At first, it felt like a bee sting, but it quickly spread until it felt like thousands of tiny needles pushing into their skin. The three colors erupted from their shoulders, burning like a white-hot brand, and they cried out, partially from pain, but mostly from the unexpected intensity as something else awakened within them.

Movement caught their attention, and looking upwards, their eyes opened in surprise. Tall, powerful figures wearing long gray robes stood at the edge of the darkness just outside the glow of the energies, towering over the ring, standing at least twenty feet tall. The eyes of the robed figures glinted with the last reflected light of the energy coursing through and between the two men. Both Ken and Brad felt power emanating from the figures, making them feel insignificant next to whatever or whoever the beings were. Their faces still as stone, the one closest nodded his head, acknowledging Brad and Ken.

When the gems went dark, both men’s eyes glazed over, and they passed out, leaning against one another.

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As soon as the doctor turned the lights back on, he was aware that something profound had happened. The building shook as the storm outside raged, and the glyphs he placed as protection, previously invisible, were now broken and smoldering. Something tried to break through and nearly succeeded. Looking around cautiously, he cast his mind out, attempting to sense any lingering danger.

Shocked and disturbed, he heard music at the edge of his perception, a voice he had not heard in hundreds of years. Until that moment, the doctor wasn’t sure if Taliesin was still alive. What could his presence mean, and what was his involvement? Focusing on the present, the doctor rushed to check on Ken and Brad. He would address the mystery of Taliesin’s presence as time allowed.

Quickly assessing their status, Ken’s and Brad’s vital signs were within acceptable limits. The doctor noted Brad’s increased body temperature, now the same as Ken’s. What he saw on their shoulders, though, was completely unanticipated.

“What!? How?”

As part of the ritual, he fully expected a symbol on their shoulders to manifest, representing their primary Avatar. What he saw were multiple symbols, one primary in the center encircled by four others. Not only that, but there were six colors as part of the mosaic tattoo, three primary and three secondary. The implications of the combination and intricacy of what he saw staggered him.  It was unexpected, and he could only guess at the meaning. He didn’t care for surprises and would have to move forward cautiously until he had a better understanding.

Looking with great love and affection on the two unconscious men, he saw the difference in their features right away, and one of his rare smiles appeared.

“Yes, I think you will both be pleased. My sons, you never cease to amaze me. I will get no apology, but I am beginning to think I will get the satisfaction of proving my theory right. You are the hope of the world. I hate the responsibility now resting on your shoulders, but I could not be prouder, and you will prove me right.”

Resting his hands gently on their heads, he leaned over, kissing each of them on their forehead, his love for them shining brightly in his misty eyes.

The doctor could not see the ghostly archangels still present, or the nephilim, but felt their presence and knew they helped. Looking up, he spoke aloud, knowing they could hear him.

“Thank you for your protection. The world could not stand to lose them.”

In a quiet voice, he added, “Or me.”

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With one last push, the angelic protectors scattered the dark cloud, driving it back and dissipating it. It would reform soon enough, but for the day, The Enemy was held at bay.

Lowering their wings and dispelling the dome, the Four Corners vanished, and with their departure the stars faded, and the darkness in the gym became normal once again.

Their voices weary, the nephilim breathed a sigh of relief.

We prevailed.

Barely.

Why did the Bard assist us?

It matters not. His aid made the difference.

The Enemy will not return today. They exhausted themselves in their attempt. There is no need to warn the doctor of their return.

We will stay and pay homage to each of our new brothers as they awaken. Today they come into their heritage as one of us.

They are not one of us. They are more than we are.

Your concerns are noted. We will watch them as they grow and intervene as necessary. 

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The doctor let Ken and Brad sleep until their bodies determined to wake them. He knew Ken would wake first and after half an hour heard him stir. Kneeling, he took Ken’s head into his hands, feeling his forehead.

“How do you feel, Kenneth?”

With a light groan, Ken said, “Like I got hit by a truck. How long have I been out?”

“Not long. A half-hour at most.”

“Is Brad alright?”

“He is fine, and should wake momentarily.”

“Doc, who or what were those beings we saw? Was I imaginin’ them, or were they real?”

The doctor did not react openly to his surprise at Ken’s question, but his stomach turned in knots as the reason behind the tattoos began to form in his mind.

“I saw no one, Kenneth. What did they look like?”

“They were huge, at the edge of the shadows. I could barely see ‘em, but they looked right at us, and one of ‘em nodded just before we passed out.”

“That is very interesting. I think now is not the time to discuss them, but I promise we will speak of this once the others have gone through their procedure. If all goes well, I would like to gather everyone together, perhaps late tomorrow, and discuss it then.”

“Should we be worried?”

“Actually, yes, but not in the way you might think. They are allies we have not seen in ages. However, nothing is certain, so put it out of your mind for the moment. Let us get Bradford up, and the two of you dressed so you can get something to eat. Do you have a headache?”

“Yes, sir. My head’s about ‘ta explode.”

“Alright. I can help with that in a moment.”

Regaining consciousness, Brad moaned as Ken stood up slowly but steadily, looking himself over, feeling different but unable to put his finger on it.

Noticing the intricate and colorful tattoo on his shoulder, he exclaimed, “Oh! Nice tat, doc!”

“Yes! That is one of the changes.”

Kneeling in front of Brad, Ken stopped, stunned at what he saw, exclaiming, “Oh my God!”

Smiling, the doctor replied, “You should look in a mirror, my boy.”

Brad’s eyes opened, and he stared at Ken. It took him a second to focus, and then his eyes widened in surprise with an awestruck look on his face.

When Ken and Brad entered the program, they were twenty-four and twenty-five years old, respectively, and stopped physically aging after their initial changes. The morning's process incited a maturation of their body and mind, aging them to perfection. Before they were handsome young men, now they were handsome mature men, at the pinnacle moment of the perfect age for each of them.

The musculature of their bodies filled out, thickening, and their faces appeared older and more mature. Neither man could ever have imagined the other being any more attractive or desirable than before, but seeing each other in such a new manner stunned them.

Brad and Ken stared at each other, slack-jawed. Brad was the first to move, reaching towards Ken’s face as though it wasn’t real, and his touch spoke volumes about his feelings for the man in front of him. The combination of the look on Brad’s face, coupled with his touch, deeply affected Ken, emotionally and physically.

Before his body reacted any further, he smiled, saying, “Let’s get out of these harnesses.”

The same as any mission, they helped each other out of their gear, cleaning everything, putting the disks back in the cabinet, and placing the harnesses in the drawers for the next couple. The doctor left them for a few moments before returning with two glasses of what looked like red Kool-Aid, mixing in a powder and stirring it until it dissolved.

Handing each of them a glass, he said, “Drink. It will help with your headaches.”

They both said, “Thanks, doc.”

No longer sensing any danger, Ken asked, “So doc, is everythin’ alright now? I’m not pickin’ up on the danger anymore. Did somethin’ happen?”

“More, I think, than you or I will ever know, Kenneth. Many things happened today I was not expecting. I believe for the next few days we will be safe, and then we must upgrade our security protocols. I will explain more after everyone has recovered.

“Now, I need to reset everything for Bryan and Lane, who should be here shortly. You can get dressed and relax the rest of the day. Get something to eat. I can hear your stomachs rumbling.”

Even though he was still naked, Ken unexpectedly pulled the doctor into a tight embrace, saying, “Thanks, doc, for bein’ a part of our lives and takin’ care of us. We love you.”

Coming in from the side, Brad put his arms around both the doc and Ken and said, “We do, doc.”

The doctor, caught off guard, choked up at the unexpected show of affection, but put his arms around both men, hugging them back.

“I cannot imagine my life without you either, and I love you both as well. Now go, eat, and rest.  I will send an email with a time once I set the meeting.”

Both men replied, “Yes, Sir.”

Going back to their lockers, Brad and Ken started dressing, but couldn’t keep their eyes off one another.

“B, we need ‘ta get somethin’ ‘ta eat, but we need ‘ta hurry. I’ve gotta get you home and in bed pronto.”

“Yeah, I’m with you. Let’s fill up and get home ASAP.”

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Neither Brad nor Ken were aware of the morning’s events on a cosmic scale, and would find it difficult to conceive that a few men on a tiny planet could be so important in the grand scheme of creation. Actions in the physical realm impact the ever-waging war in the spiritual realm, and the opposite is also true. That day, the cosmic scales, tilted for so long in favor of The Enemy, moved backward ever so slightly; however, the ripples would spread so far as to shake the foundations of existence.

The Enemy failed to destroy them, but the future would hold many chances to end The Order and their new warriors. It would take time for them to grow into their full potential, and they would be vulnerable and unprepared for the attacks to come. They needed to be taught a lesson, one of pain and suffering, not of the body but the soul, in retaliation for their victory that day.

<><><> 

Slightly after midmorning, Ken and Brad left the lab. The clouds had dissipated, and the sun once again shone brightly in a brilliant blue sky. As they pulled out of the parking lot, Bryan and Lane were pulling in and honked their horn to say ‘hello.'

Ken’s stomach chose that moment to let out another big rumble, and Brad’s followed.

“Man, whatever happened sure took it out of me,” Brad said.

“Yeah, me too, B. It’s only mid-mornin’. Where can we eat? I don’t want breakfast unless you have your heart set on it.”

“Hey, it’ll take a few extra minutes to get there, but why don’t we hit The Trough? It’s all you can eat so we’ll get our money’s worth today. It’s not the healthiest place, but right now we need quantity over quality. They should be open by the time we get there.”

“That sounds great, good thinkin’.”

Winking at Ken, Brad smiled and said, “That’s why I’m the brains, and you’re the brawn.”

Grinning back, Ken said, “Fuck you.”

“Not ’til after we eat!”

<><><> 

They pulled into the parking lot right at 1100 as the doors opened. Usually, Ken ate enough for three to four people, but Brad matched him plate for plate.

Chuckling, Ken said, “Damn, B, you’re puttin’ away the chow. I’m impressed!”

Looking sheepish after Ken’s comment, Brad got up to fill another plate. Within minutes of eating, they felt better, and the last vestiges of their headaches disappeared.

While eating, sitting across the table from one another, neither of them could stop staring and taking in the subtle differences in their bodies and faces. Ken kept Brad’s hand in his, playing with his fingers like he did in the car, not caring if anyone noticed. Brad played back, and they just kept smiling.

Ken finally laughed about it and said, “Damn, B, I feel like we’re on our honeymoon. I just can’t get enough of lookin’ at ‘ya. You were beyond handsome before, but now….”

Instead of answering with words, Brad merged their minds and hearts, letting Ken see himself through his eyes, triggering tears from the intimate feelings and affirmation that Brad felt the same way about him. Of course, after all they had shared and been through together, they knew it, but each time their awareness of each other was reaffirmed, it affected them as if it were the first time. Deep down, they both hoped that feeling would never fade, even if they lived forever.

Ken lowered his head to hide his tears as their server refilled their drinks, and once she moved away, he chuckled to himself, murmuring, “B, you fucker.”

When Ken looked up, Brad’s eyes were bright with tears of his own, and they started laughing. For whatever reason, Brad’s unconscious mind chose that moment to make him aware of the stares of nearly everyone around them. As handsome, muscular men, people often ogled them, but this was different, and he couldn’t put his finger on it.

Yawning and stretching, Ken raised his arms above his head, tightening his body. His muscles flexed, pulling his t-shirt tight and leaving little to the imagination. A plate dropped loudly nearby, and when Brad looked, a woman stood staring at Ken slack-jawed, her hand out where she held the plate a second ago.

“Ken, I think we need to head out.”

“But I wanna get dessert!”

Grinning, Brad asked, “What am I, chopped liver?”

“Alright, I’ll grab somethin’ on the way out.”

Ken made himself an ice cream cone at the dessert bar, and they headed to the car.

<><> 

Once seated and buckled in, Brad cupped Ken’s chin in his hand and kissed him for nearly a minute.  By the time they separated, breathing hard, their shorts were tented. 

The intensity of the kiss caught them off guard, and each let out a quiet, “Fuck me!” which made them smile.

Pulling out of the parking lot, Brad said, “Something weird was going on back there.”

“Yeah, we kiss better now. I didn’t think that was possible, but shit…”

Brad couldn’t help himself and busted out laughing, and it took him a minute to get himself under control.

Looking at him, Ken had a ‘what did I say’ look on his face.

“God, you kill me sometimes. I wasn’t talking about us kissing I was talking about the people in the restaurant. I totally agree on the kissing, by the way.”

“Yeah, I noticed people starin’ more than usual too, but that’s no big deal, especially after this mornin’.”

“I’m sure it has something to do with the changes. That lady dropped her plate because she couldn’t take her eyes off you when you stretched.”

Ken’s little kid grin appeared, and he flexed a bicep, saying, “So, she’s got good taste, that’s not a crime.”

“It’s probably some type of after effect. I’ll ask the doc about it tomorrow. In the meantime, where’s the warp drive on this Explorer? We can’t get home fast enough.”

It took twenty minutes to get home because of lunch hour traffic, and the entire drive home, Ken held Brad’s hand, playing with his fingers.

<><> 

Once in the house, after Ken punched in his security code and Brad hung his keys by the door, they walked straight to the bedroom where they shed their wallets, watches, shoes, and socks.

Thirsty, Brad headed back to the kitchen, calling over his shoulder, “You want anything to drink?”

“Yeah, I’ll take some water.”

Ken followed him to the den and sat on the corner of the couch, leaning against the cushions. Brad grabbed two bottles of water and sat beside him.

“Come here, B.”

Pulling Brad over like he weighed nothing, Ken spread his legs and positioned Brad face down, with his head against Ken’s upper chest, hugging him and rubbing his back.

They rested together, quiet for a few moments before Ken said, “Fuck, B, you feel so good against me. Man, you’re nice and warm. The doc said you’d be like me now as far as that goes. That’s hot as hell.”

Ken had a lazy grin on his face at his joke. Brad was low enough that Ken’s cheek rested against the top of his head, and he nuzzled his cheek against Brad’s hair.

With his face against Ken’s chest, Brad’s voice was muffled as he said, “I’m so hard it hurts, but I don’t want to move.”

With a lazy chuckle, Ken said, “Yeah, me either.”

Wrapping his arms around Ken’s torso, Brad squeezed them tighter together and burrowed his face more snuggly against his lover’s chest, letting out a sigh of contentment. Ken’s strong, steady heartbeat, along with the heat of his body, relaxed him even more.

It was so peaceful with Brad on top of him, holding him, that Ken relaxed and let his mind drift. Brad’s warm breath on his chest through his shirt was a comfort. Putting his hands under Brad’s shirt, Ken ran his hands slowly up and down his back, enjoying his body, and after a minute Brad’s breathing slowed, and Ken realized he fell asleep.

With his stomach full, and the man he loved more than anything in his arms, asleep like a baby, Ken stayed quiet and content, without a care in the world. He continued running his hands up and down Brad’s back until finally, his hands stopped as he drifted off to sleep.

<><> 

While asleep, their bodies, minds, and souls adjusted to the last of the changes. Their tattoos glowed softly, occasionally flaring brighter and spitting arcs of color. A pattern in the energies flowed between the two men, intricate and complex, as their Avatars communicated with each other.

Six hours later, Ken’s stomach rumbled loud enough to wake them. They slept so soundly neither man had moved, and with Brad’s face still against Ken’s chest, the cavernous rumble of his stomach was magnified and woke Brad with a start.

Breathing deeply as he woke, he smelled Ken’s scent and hugged him, not wanting to move, but his empty stomach was intensely uncomfortable.

Chuckling, Ken whispered a barely audible, “Sorry,” as he hugged Brad back.

“I can’t believe how hungry I am,” Brad said groggily.

“Yeah, me too, B. We should’ve expected this, it’s not like this is our first rodeo.”

“Yeah, but we never made it to the extracurricular activities.”

“Is my dick the only thing you ever think about?”

“So, what’s your point?”

“True, but we don’t wanna pass out. I wanna be fully charged so we can fuck ourselves into oblivion. The problem is, do we take time ‘ta fix somethin’ here or run out? I say we run out. We’ve got steaks in the freezer, but it would take too long ‘ta thaw ‘em and cook everythin’ else. What sounds good?”

“Let’s hit Crossroads. You mentioned steak, and that’s the best that isn’t too far away.”

“You always pick the best places. That sounds great. I love those little loaves of bread they bring out.”

Peeling himself off Ken, Brad cupped his face and leaned forward, kissing him on his forehead. Reluctantly he lowered his hands, loving the feel of Ken’s unshaven cheeks.

Brad went to the bathroom and then into the bedroom to get his shoes and socks. When he walked in, Ken sat on the bed with the sleeve of his t-shirt pulled up over his shoulder, rubbing his tattoo.

“Hey, B, feel this.”

Placing his hand on Ken’s tattoo, it felt warm, almost hot. The colors were incredibly vibrant, and the detail incredible. It seemed to be an intricate pattern of symbols, or perhaps letters, in a language they were unfamiliar with. Putting his hand on his own shoulder, Brad felt the same warmth through the fabric of his shirt.

Brad said, “Interesting. It doesn’t hurt, but it is hot and a bit itchy. Does yours feel okay?”

“Yeah, it feels fine, just warm and tingly.”

With a knowing grin, Brad said, “We’ll need to keep them covered during dinner, and then we can let them have all the open-air they want when we get back.”

Ken’s stomach rumbled again, and looking down exasperatedly, he said, “Would you shut the fuck up! I know!”

Laughing, Brad put his hand on Ken’s abs and said, “Alright, I need to take care of you.  Let’s go.”

<><><> 

Two hours later, they had devoured three steaks each and split a fourth, two baked potatoes each, a salad apiece, and split a giant brownie Sunday. Their server, overly flirtatious, kept trying to talk to them throughout their meal. They weren’t rude but tried to make it clear they wanted to be left alone.

People stared again, most trying to be subtle, but a few openly gawked. The manager, her face flush, came by their table multiple times to check on them and make sure everything was good, making a point of touching an arm or shoulder while she talked incessantly.

On the drive home, Brad said, “We definitely need to talk to the doc. That could get old quick.”

“Naw, man, it's no big deal. I mean look at us… after everythin’ the doc’s done ‘ta us… You know I’m not sayin’ that outta ego. I do think somethin’s goin on we’ll probably need ‘ta learn ‘ta control. You and I can’t keep our eyes off one another either, so why should they?”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I could do something about it if it gets out of hand, I just don’t like messing with people if it’s not necessary. Maybe it’s an aftereffect and will stop when the hunger wears off.”

“Hey! Did you just say I’m right?”

“No, wait… shit!” Laughing, Brad said, “Okay, yeah, I’ll give you this one.”

Brad grinned, knowing Ken got him in their ongoing joke. Ken intertwined his fingers in Brad’s hand that wasn’t on the steering wheel and kissed the back of it. As they pulled into the garage, Brad said, “Alright, we need to be quick. I bet you anything we’re going to pass out again after all that food, so we need to take advantage of this short window of opportunity.”

“Thank God, B. I’ve been trying ‘ta get in your pants for the last eleven hours. I got a reputation ‘ta uphold.”

“I’ll meet you in the bedroom in two minutes.”

“Okay, I just need to hit the head on the way back.”

They both took off running into the house, laughing and pulling off their shirts as they ran. When Ken got to the bedroom, he stopped in his tracks. Brad was already in bed, naked, with the lights out, two candles lit, and the sheets pulled up to his waist. With his arms stretched out, the warm, flickering light from the candles accentuated his tanned physique.

“Fuck!”

Already shirtless, Ken frantically kicked off his shoes, ripped off his socks, and dropped his pants in two seconds. His solid erection slapped against his tight abs with an audible “thwack!” when he pulled down his underwear. Getting on the bed on his hands and knees, he crawled forward until he hovered over Brad.

Rendered nearly speechless, all he could think to say was, “God, B, you’re…”

Ken’s voice trailed off, mesmerized by the sight. Brad’s new maturity was subtle but breathtaking, and his face even more handsome than before. Ken literally could not stop staring, thinking how lucky he was to have such a man in his life that loved him. Maintaining eye contact, Brad reached down and started caressing Ken’s erection, using every trick he ever learned to please Ken with his hands.

Ken’s anticipation was already high, and the intense pleasure nearly paralyzed him. Brad’s hands, his lover’s hands, working their magic after eleven hours of sexual frustration, took him to the edge in seconds. Leaning forward, Ken put his hands on the wall over the headboard, overcome by the sensations Brad stirred within him.

“Oh fuck, B, ohhhh….”

Brad watched the reaction in his lover, loving how his body tightened and responded to his touch.  Pulling Ken forward, he took his lover into his mouth, and that was all it took. Sweat popped out all over Ken’s body, and the orgasm he waited for all day erupted from deep inside of him, taking over his body. His back arched, and he threw his arms out to his sides, stretched and taut like steel beams, with his head thrown back and his eyes shut tight. Amidst the waves of pleasure, Brad’s hands rubbed Ken wherever he could reach, caressing him through his orgasm while keeping him in his mouth. Taking Ken’s load sent fresh strength through Brad as their DNA reacted, giving him his own euphoric rush.

Kicking the sheets down with his feet, Brad pulled Ken on top of him. Ken, spent for a minute, rested on his lover and let himself be held. His eyes still shut, Ken buried his face in the crook of Brad’s neck and shoulder while Brad cuddled him, rubbing his hands up and down Ken’s back. Ken’s intimate vulnerability after getting off was one of the many things Brad treasured about his lover.

It wasn’t long before Ken lifted himself up enough to enter Brad, eliciting a moan out of both of them.  Now that Brad could take his full weight, Ken used his body to bring Brad as much pleasure as he could. Wrapping himself around Ken, holding onto his shoulders, Brad squeezed them together as tightly as he could as Ken took him to a gut-wrenching orgasm.

Both men, still wound up after a full day of sexual frustration, took things up a notch.  For the next half hour, each of them brought as much pleasure to the other as possible, until they couldn’t hold back.  Ken started their physical bond at the last minute, sending them over the edge together. Brad merged them at the same time, and their emotions were just as charged as their bodies. Soaked in sweat, they collapsed together, continuing to kiss and cuddle, coming down from the heights they took one another. When their breathing slowed, they changed positions, so Brad once again had his head on Ken’s chest.

Brad whispered quietly, “Ken, if we’re dreaming, I never want to wake up.”

“Me either, B.”

Resting silently in each other’s arms, they knew sleep was fast approaching.

Brad asked lazily, “So where do you want to eat breakfast? We’re going to crash any second, and I’d rather decide when we aren’t so hungry.”

“You always make better food decisions than I do.”

“Alright, I say we go to The Original Pancake House.”

In response, Ken’s stomach rumbled, causing them to chuckle.

 “Talkin’ about food has me hungry already.”

“Man, we are bottomless pits.”

“You know the worst thing about this hunger is I can’t wake up ‘ta good mornin’ sex with you ‘til we get through it.”

Listening to Ken’s heartbeat and fading by the second, Brad managed to quietly say as he drifted off, “Yeah, but just imagine all the years we’re going to have together. We can be together forever, and I like that.”

“Me too, B, me too.”

<><> 

Ken woke first, and while hungry, he wasn’t as uncomfortably ravenous as the previous two times. Looking at Brad, still asleep, a devilish grin appeared on his face. Moving slowly and carefully, thankful Brad was a heavy sleeper and still worn out from the changes, Ken extricated himself from Brad’s arms without waking him.

Crawling under the sheets, he started playing with Brad, his ministrations gentle but persistent, until Brad reached his full length.  By the time Brad woke and realized what was happening he was past the point of no return, and seconds later he filled Ken’s mouth.

With the first discharge, Ken’s eyes widened in surprise, and he pulled off, squeaking out, “Oh, Fuck!”

With the contact of Brad’s DNA, Ken’s mind opened and expanded.  Brad knew something had happened and was in Ken’s mind in a heartbeat.

Oh my God, B. This is amazin’! It’s like the other night, but much stronger!

As soon as their minds connected Brad realized what happened.  Taking them deeper he merged their souls, bringing them together on all levels and knotting their energy flows together as one, sharing the experience of what just occurred.

Ken was so turned on by getting Brad off and the sudden merge, he was on the brink instantly.  Returning the favor, Brad took Ken into his mouth, and in only a few seconds, Ken had his own intense orgasm. Breathing heavy, Ken lowered himself, wrapping Brad in his arms as well as his heart and mind. 

Brad:  God, what a way to wake up!  Can you do that every morning?

Before Ken could reply, his stomach emitted a cavernous rumble, which set them both to laughing again before they fell silent for a few minutes, lost in the intimacy of being one.

Finally, Ken broke the quiet, saying, “Okay, B. We need ‘ta hop in the shower quick and head out for food.”

Crawling out of bed, they headed to the bathroom, where Ken turned on the shower to let the water get hot while they brushed their teeth. Looking at their scruffy faces in the mirror, they glanced at one another and grinned, shaking their heads in the negative about shaving.  

When the water was hot, they hopped in the shower, quickly soaping each other up and washing each other’s hair. Except for one long kiss under the water, they didn’t play around even though they were both hard again.

As they left the house, each received an email from the doctor telling them he wanted to wait another day, possibly two, before gathering everyone together. There were unexpected side effects, mainly prolonged hunger, and he wanted to give everyone additional recovery time. He would be in touch but reassured them everyone was well and even better than expected.

<><><> 

The next day their appetites returned to normal, except Brad, now operating on a much higher energy level, needed nearly as much food as Ken.

Checking on their buddies to make sure they were alright, Brad and Ken called every one of the guys, letting them know things were back to normal for them.  They also explained Ken’s mind opening after sex with Brad to prepare them for their own change. Later that morning, an email from the doctor hit their inbox, asking everyone to come into the lab at 1200 the next day for a debriefing.

Ken called Sally to see how things were going and asked if she could meet him and Brad for lunch or dinner. She said lunch would be good, so cleaning up, they wore dress shirts and slacks to take her to her favorite restaurant.

On the way to the office, Brad asked Ken, “How do you want to handle our change of appearance with Sally? Do you want me to cover it up?”

“No, I don’t wanna lie ‘ta her like that. We can say it’s our new workout regimen and supplements the doc has us on. If she doesn’t buy it, maybe give her a nudge ‘ta accept that idea, but only as a last resort.”

“Okay, you’re the boss on this one.”

When they arrived, Sally was ready to go, but as soon as she saw them, she stopped dead in her tracks, letting out an “Oh, my!”

Both guys greeted her with a hug and a kiss on her cheek. Sally knew they were a couple, in fact, she knew all the guys were gay and thought it fantastic they served in the military together and were such close friends. She always flirted with them, and like most women, loved to talk about other guys with them when they had time to chit-chat around the office.

“You two look incredible! It’s only been a few weeks, but you seem so different, what have you been doing with yourselves?”

“Just new protein supplements and a new workout regimen from our doctor, sweetie.”

“Well, you need to bottle that and sell it. There isn’t going to be a dry vagina in the house at lunch.”

Brad and Ken busted out laughing, loving her sense of humor. Sally was a consummate professional around clients, but in private her wit was sharp and quick, and she held her own against any of the guys.

They took Sally to the Capital Grille, knowing it was one of her favorite places, and Sally, escorted by two big, handsome men, played it up. The guys let her have her fun and got a kick out of the way she flaunted herself and them.

Once orders were placed, she looked at them and asked the question, “So what’s the bad news?”

Ken raised an eyebrow, and Brad blushed, lowering his head sheepishly.

“Look, it doesn’t take a brain surgeon to know something’s going on with the company. Business has been thriving, and suddenly you have me outsourcing all our clients? That can only go on for so long. I don’t know what’s going on, but it doesn’t bode well for my job.”

Taking a deep breath, Ken said, “Sally, we’re shuttin’ down the company. We wanted ‘ta talk to you about it in person. I can’t tell you how much you’ve meant ‘ta the company and us. A large part of our success has been due ‘ta you, and I want you ‘ta know we’re gonna take good care of you.”

Getting emotional, she grabbed a tissue from her purse, dabbing her eyes before her makeup ran.

“I knew it was too good to last. Working with the most gorgeous, hot guys in Atlanta, and being paid to do it. Well, it was fun while it lasted! I just have one final request.”

“What’s that?” Ken asked.

“I want a going-away party. A pool party on a scorching day and you have to wear Speedos. We can cookout, get drunk, and I get a kiss and a hug from each and every one of you.”

Brad almost spit out the water he was sipping when she said that.

“I don’t care about a severance package or anything else, as long as I get that.”

Ken tried hard to keep a straight face, but the corners of his mouth lifted in a smile.

“Well, I’ll see if that can be arranged, but you’re still gettin’ a package… a severance package that is.”

Grinning, Ken winked at her, and Sally smiled back over the rim of her wine glass.

“Well, now that’s settled, let’s eat. I’m famished. Oh, my! I haven’t seen you two in weeks, so you don’t know about Carlo, my new boyfriend! Well, maybe not boyfriend much longer. Early indications are he might be the one! He’s super cute. I wish you could meet him; I’d love to hear your opinion. I’m going to miss talking with you guys!”

“Where did you meet him?” Brad asked.

“He works at Simmons Security, who I’ve been contracting most of our clients out to. He does personal and corporate security. He tries really hard, and he’s not bad, but he’s not you.”

“Give the guy a break, Sally. You probably have him cross-eyed, so he can’t think straight. What straight man wouldn’t be with a lady as beautiful and smart as you?”

“Now, why can’t he say nice things like that? Is that a gay thing?”

“Manners have nothin’ ‘ta do with bein’ gay. Do you want us ‘ta have a chat with him and fire a warnin’ shot to clean up his act?”

“I appreciate the offer, but I think I can handle him.”

“Do you want us ‘ta get you on at Simmons? If they’re gettin’ our clients, I’m sure they could use the help. I know Bobby, and we’ll make you a part of the deal.”

“Now that would be scrumptious!  That way I can keep an eye on him.”

“Okay, but you need ‘ta go easy on the guy. You wanna break him in, not break him.”

“Oh, don’t you worry! Breaking in men is my specialty, present company excepted, of course.”

“You got it. I’ve got Darren puttin’ the paperwork together ‘ta take care of the buildin’ lease and all that. He’ll be in touch about the timetable. In the meantime, you just need ‘ta wait it out and collect a paycheck until things are finalized, and then we’ll get you on over at Simmons.”

<><><> 

Shortly before 1200 the next day, everyone gathered at the lab, and while hanging out before the meeting, all of them were struck by the physical changes in them. It was also quickly apparent that some emotional growth occurred as well. The doctor gave them time to visit before calling everyone into the conference room, where they took their seats and settled down to hear what he had to say.

“So, everyone has recovered and is well fed and rested? I apologize for not accurately predicting the extent of the changes, mainly the side effect of hunger.  I must admit to a few surprises during this procedure. I was unsure if it would only be Kenneth and Bradford since they were first, but it seems to have been the same with all of you, and I cannot tell you how excited and nervous I am.”

Pausing, a very uncharacteristic grin appeared on his face.

“You are full of surprises and always manage to exceed my expectations.  “This procedure was the last planned, and each of you came through it remarkably well. I know you have questions about the end of the process. While your energy centers were open and clear, each of you saw something, or rather someone. I believe you briefly saw through the veil.”

Brad raised the question he knew everyone wanted to ask, “The veil?”

The doctor continued, “The veil is a curtain separating the physical and spiritual realms. I am now sure the beings you saw were nephilim. Little is known of them, but the Old Testament claims they are the offspring of mortals who coupled with either angels or demons. The literal translation in Hebrew means ‘Heavenly Beings,' which is more accurate.

“Truthfully, they hold no definitive connection to any particular religion, making appearances in several old texts if you know how to read them, including the Old Testament of the Christian faith. If you are familiar with the story of Noah and the Ark, one of the reasons God flooded the earth was to rid it of the influence of such beings. The Greek translation of their name is ‘Giant,’ which could also be read as ‘Titan.' It is entirely possible some of these beings were mistaken for gods, as they are certainly powerful.”

Everybody’s eyes widened as they took in the doctor’s words.

“Thousands of years ago, the nephilim interacted with mankind more often, and many wars were fought as a result. It is unclear why, but nearly two thousand years ago, they all but vanished, retreating behind the veil, and now seldom appear. We know they still exist, but our knowledge of them is limited.  In the past, some sided with The Order, and even a few with The Enemy, although that was rarer. I believe I know why they revealed themselves to you, and I hope it is a good sign.

“I designed the first incarnation of the program many centuries ago, and have made multiple attempts to do what I have done with you, meeting with limited success each time. However, in my arrogance, I over-reached myself.

“The nephilim themselves are spiritual beings, yet take physical form when crossing the veil into our realm. When present in the physical realm, they occasionally mate with humans. Albrecht and I acquired DNA samples from one such being in an attempt to combine their DNA with human DNA to make a new breed of warrior for The Order. That is the transgression for which he and I are still paying the price.

“The Order destroyed my work, and I was banished, only brought back out of desperation. Even though my research was destroyed, I learned much from the samples I took in my previous attempt… and I have an excellent memory.

“When I first approached all of you and you accepted my offer to embark on this remarkable journey, I told you I would improve your DNA. In actuality, I patterned your genetic codes as human-nephilim hybrids.”

As his revelation and its implications dawned on them, they sat speechless.

“You see, it is my belief, and Albrecht’s, that mankind has within him the capacity to surpass these beings if his full potential were unlocked. The Curse mankind is under keeps his potential in check, which is what our Enemy wants.

“When I say you are nephilim, you are, in fact, much more, because you are what God intended man to be before the Fall of Eden. You are now also original, unfallen men, and will not have the restrictions or limitations nephilim naturally have as part of their role in creation.”

Another pause and grin followed before he said, “You can see why my arrogance got me into trouble.

“Yesterday’s process was the final key to unlocking your potential and bringing out your heritage as both nephilim and original men. Since we are all here and no lightning bolts have come down from the heavens, I take that as a positive sign we are doing the right thing.”

<><> 

The room fell silent. None of them knew what to say. To realize you are no longer human, but much more, wasn’t an easy thing to take in. They knew the doctor was a genius, but everything he revealed indicated he worked on a metaphysical level, and now they did as well.

Ken finally broke the silence, “Doc, you said the process went better than expected. What did you mean?”

“The tattoos on your shoulders represent what is called an Avatar. You all received ten Avatars, five of the body, and five of the mind. Each of you was supposed to receive a single Avatar representing an aspect, or ability, that would be your defining characteristic. These characteristics will soon begin to manifest, and at that time, you will have another awakening.

“However, what has happened is that you, Kenneth, have all five Avatars of the body, with one being primary. Each of you representing the body received a similar mix, and between you all, you represent five prime Avatars.

“The same thing happened with those of you representing the mind. This is unprecedented, and I am not sure what it means as far as what you will be able to accomplish. If my suspicions are correct, you will be far more powerful than I ever imagined.

“It is my belief that the nephilim are aware of our predicament and could not allow The Order to perish, intervening by bestowing these extraordinary blessings upon you. Either that or because you are nephilim yourselves, it was a natural evolution in the process. Or, perhaps being in an unfallen state made their blessings more potent than they intended.  I am still not sure.

“You see, throughout the history of The Order, a few legendary members received the blessing of an Avatar from a nephilim. Each of you received a blessing but in an unprecedented manner. I am sure by now our leadership is aware of what happened, and are fervently trying to understand the implications of the results.”

A voice from the back of the room said, “They are aware, Aaron, and you are, as usual, correct.”

Everyone spun around to see Albrecht standing in the back of the room. No one heard him enter, and similar to the night at Ken and Brad’s house, it was as if he suddenly appeared.

Turning white as a sheet, the doctor whispered, “Does this mean…”

A smile stretched across Albrecht’s handsome face as he said, “Yes, Aaron. You and I have been proven right, and our suspension is lifted. I have been sent to help and discover what all this means, and assist with their training.”

Smiles broke out on all their faces, knowing what Albrecht’s presence meant to the doctor. After their changes, none of them could imagine being away from their partners for any length of time, let alone a century.

Ken stood and said, “Well, doc, this has been an eye-opener, but in reality, it doesn’t change anythin’. We accepted our new roles willingly, knowin’ things would change. I don’t think anyone here, regardless of what you just told us, wants ‘ta back out. If anythin’, I’m readier than ever ‘ta start trainin’ and begin doin’ somethin’. I’m tired of sittin’ around not makin’ a difference.”

The rest of the men nodded their agreement, and most made reaffirming comments.

“Now, we need ‘ta leave you two alone. Since it's Friday, why don’t we meet back here Monday mornin’, and start workin’ on our trainin’ schedules with you and Albrecht.”

Ken’s comments gave the doctor the few seconds he needed to recover from Albrecht’s sudden appearance, and he managed to say, “Thank you, Kenneth, that is an excellent idea.”

“Alright, you losers, let’s meet out in the parkin’ lot for a minute before everyone heads their separate ways. On top of everythin’ we just learned there’s somethin’ I need ‘ta bring up.”

As they exited the room, each man hugged the doctor and either shook hands or hugged Albrecht as well, genuinely happy for their mentor and his partner. Once outside in the parking lot, they gathered around Ken.

“Before we get into the bombshell the doc just dropped on us, Brad and I had lunch with Sally ‘ta tell her we’re shuttin’ down the company. She pretty much knew somethin’ was up. She wants ‘ta have a goin’ away party with all of us; a cookout and pool party. We can have it at our place. Her special conditions are that it needs to be on a hot sunny day, we all have to wear Speedos, and she gets a hug and kiss from every one of us.”

Everybody burst out laughing, but none of them were surprised.  It sounded just like Sally, and they took it in stride.  Ken brought up the party first to lighten the mood after hearing everything the doctor just revealed to them.

“I, for one, will honor her request. You all can choose if you want to or not. It’s a private backyard, so I don’t see what the big deal will be. She’s been a treasure keepin’ the business goin’, and it’s the least we can do for her.

“I’ll let you know what date we pick.  Dar, I still need ‘ta get with you about finalizin’ the financial part of shuttin’ everythin’ down and splittin’ up the assets, and all that jazz.

“That’s all I needed ‘ta say. Now, is everybody cool with what we heard in there?”

Lane blurted out, “I think it’s cool as shit! We’re like badass Tolkien elves, not those pussy ass AD&D elves.”

A short pause followed while everyone looked at Lane like he just spoke a foreign language.

Bryan’s deep, gravelly voice broke the awkward silence as he said, “God, I love my nerd.”

Everybody busted out laughing again, and before they left, each of them expressed their dedication to Ken, the doctor, and The Order.

“Alright guys, everybody have a good weekend. If any of you feel the need ‘ta talk about this stuff, call or contact me or Brad. After you’ve had time ‘ta digest all this, some concerns might come up. I wanna give the doc and Albrecht the weekend though, so try us first if you feel the need ‘ta talk, vent, or whatever.”

After a round of hugs, they all got into their vehicles and headed out for the weekend.

<><><> 

As they got into their Explorer to head home, Brad said, “Well, that was an eye-opener, to say the least. It isn’t every day you’re told you’re no longer human.”

“Yeah, B, no shit! ‘Ya know I told you that already, but as usual, you were playing with my dick and not listenin’.”

Brad laughed and said, “Yeah, that universal distractor you have between your legs. It gets me every time.”

After a short pause, the little kid grin appeared on Ken’s face, and he said, “Go ahead… I wanna hear you say it.”

Brad sighed and said, “Okay… You were right!”

Ken punched his fist in the air, looking like he just won the lottery.

Brad chuckled under his breath, shaking his head.

They both felt the need for some mundane normality to break the heavy mood, so Brad asked, “So what are we going to do today? We need to hit the grocery store soon, but it doesn’t have to be today. We need to hit the pool store too, for chemicals and a new net, and the yard is looking pretty ragged.”

Ken chimed in, “It’s gonna be fuckin’ hot today and this weekend. This heatwave just hit, and it’s supposed to be 102 today.”

Checking the weather on his phone, Brad said, “Yeah, and it’s supposed to be hotter tomorrow and Sunday. Let’s get the yard done today. It’s gonna suck, but let’s knock it out.”

“Alright.”

<><><> 

When they arrived home, they changed into shorts, tennis shoes, sunglasses, and ball caps. The day sunny and bright, they went shirtless, taking advantage to work on their tans.  Brad volunteered to mow the grass if Ken would do the edging and trimming.

In no time, they were sweating bullets under the blistering Georgia heat and humidity. The grass was high, and the catcher filled up fast, so it was slow going. The hedges were worse than they realized, and it took time to rake the trimmings out from the pine straw without messing it all up.

<><><> 

After finishing the yard and freshly showered, Brad put together lunch and started some chicken marinating for dinner. They had been eating out a lot recently and wanted to get back to a healthier diet.

After lunch, they hit the pool store and stopped for groceries. It dawned on them July 4th was the following weekend, so Ken sent out a quick group text to Sally and the guys about getting together on the 4th for the pool party. The guys, as veterans, usually got together on the 4th anyway. Everyone responded quickly, and it was a go, so Ken grabbed another buggy, which they filled with enough food for ten men with hyper-metabolisms plus one Southern Belle named Sally.

As they loaded the groceries into the car, Brad whistled, saying, “Man, I’m glad the doc has us set financially! We’d all have to make six-figure salaries just to feed ourselves these days!”

<><><> 

That night at 0343, Bryan woke to Lane thrashing about on the bed. Usually Lane was a heavy sleeper, so it was surprising, and he wondered at it.  In the darkness of the bedroom, Bryan immediately noticed Lane’s tattoo glowing and spitting small sparks of color.

The doctor instructed Bryan never to intentionally wake Lane or link with him while dreaming, so Bryan had to let whatever was happening run its course. He put a hand on Lane's chest and was surprised by how fast his heart was beating. Lane’s twitching became more severe, and he broke out into a heavy sweat before lurching up and letting out a gut-wrenching scream while clutching his leg. His body taut, his chest heaving, his tattoo flared once brightly and went still. Looking around, Lane seemed confused, his eyes distant, like he was somewhere else, awake but severely disoriented.

Bryan rarely raised his voice, but Lane’s behavior scared him, and he cupped Lane’s chin, forcing eye contact and speaking loudly and sternly, “Lane! It’s me!”

Lane, always so macho, surprised Bryan when he threw himself into his arms, sobbing and shaking.

He kept repeating, “Oh God, Bry, oh God…” unable to control his breathing.

Holding him close, with Lane’s face pressed against his chest, Bryan rubbed his back and arms, whispering soothing words and trying to calm him down.

“It’s alright, Little Buddy. You’re here with me. You’re fine, and in bed with me.”

Bryan’s deep voice always soothed Lane, and the physical contact plus the sound of his voice had the desired effect, and after a few minutes, his trembling subsided.

 “Fuck Bry, that was horrible. Sorry, man, I’ll get my shit together.”

“Nothing to be sorry for, you little shit. You want to tell me what that was about?”

Without saying a word, Lane opened his mind and shared his dream with Bryan.

<><> 

The night was cold and dark; drizzling rain pattered loudly against the large cardboard box he hid in. Recently his life took a turn for the better, and he wasn’t supposed to be there anymore.  His wife took him back, and they were working things out. Now, suddenly, he was in his box again.

How did he get here?

He froze at the sound of footsteps, thinking that if he stayed quiet, whoever it was would go away.

“Come out, Tag.”

His stomach went cold when they called his name. He didn’t want to get out, but couldn’t help himself, compelled against his will. It was difficult for him with his prosthetic leg, but he managed to crawl out.

Darkness filled the alley, and he couldn’t make out the man’s face. There were others with the man who spoke, large, intimidating, muscular men wearing black trench coats and sunglasses.

Once Tag managed to stand, the man said, “Hold him.”

The large men moved forward, grabbing him, pulling off his army jacket and rolling up his sleeve. Another compulsion forced Tag to look into the man’s white eyes, clearly visible even in the darkness, drawing Tag into them.

“You shouldn’t have helped them, Tag. As punishment, I’m sending you back to the war, and this time you won’t return.”

The last thing Tag felt was a needle in his arm, as his mind was taken and trapped in his own memories.

<><> 

Something was wrong. He was in Afghanistan! The sounds, the smell, the heat; he recognized the street he was on. Someone shouted his name, but gunfire rang everywhere, and he couldn’t make out who or where as he tried to stay undercover.

Where was his unit? How did he get separated from them?

Everything seemed too familiar. Wait! He was walking! On two legs! This had to be a dream!

“Tag! Get yer ass over here! It’s all clear! Move it!”

Creeping out from behind the overturned and burned out vehicle he used for cover, he stepped into the street and felt the trigger and heard the click. Looking down at the I.E.D. under his boot, he threw himself back as it exploded, screaming in pain as his leg shredded below his knee, separating from his body.

The dream repeated, and the trauma, physical and emotional were endless, with no escape.  

<><><> 

By the end of the dream, Bryan was sweating and shaking too. He didn’t simply witness the events of Tag’s life, he lived them as Lane did.  Merged with Lane, Bryan realized he suffered the effects of the dream far more harshly, so he wasn’t surprised at the severity of Lane’s reaction.

It took a few minutes, but Bryan forced himself to get his shit together, compartmentalizing what happened so he could focus on helping his partner.

Still holding Lane, his voice deep and quiet, Bryan asked, “You know who that guy is, right? He’s that homeless dude Rick and Loy talked to when Ken was kidnapped.”

Sniffling, Lane nodded and replied, “Yeah. Fuck Bry, we need to call them and tell them about this. We have to help him.”

“Wait here.”

Crawling out of bed, Bryan left the room. Lane stayed put, still suffering the effects of the dream, especially the physical pain of the explosion. Applying his new focusing exercises, he tried to calm his mind and breathe deeply.

After a few minutes, he heard Bryan talking on the phone as he came down the hall carrying a mug.

“Yeah, we’re almost ready. Give us a minute.”

Holding out the mug, he nodded for Lane to take it.

“Here, Lane. Drink this.”

The mug contained hot spiced tea, sweetened with honey, just the way he liked it. It was a special concoction Bryan sometimes made to help Lane sleep if he was too amped up.

“Loy’s going to contact you in a minute so we can all talk about this. It’ll be easier than doing it over the phone.”

<><> 

A minute later, Loy’s voice entered Lane’s mind.

Lane? It’s me and Ricky. Are you alright?

Hey, guys. Yeah, I am now. That was some weird-ass shit. It’s pretty fucked-up, but if you want, I’ll share it with you.

If you’re okay with that. It sounds like it was painful, are you sure you want to go through it again?

I don’t know if it will help, but it can’t hurt. Guys, we need to find Tag. They’ve done something to him, and it’s because he helped us when Ken was kidnapped.

Lane shared the entire experience with them, and by the time it was over, he was trembling again, and Bryan continued rubbing his back and arms, trying to calm him. More in control of himself at that point, Lane filtered the worst of the effects from Loy and Rick. They were linked deeply enough that Lane’s trauma was evident, and they held him close in their minds and hearts, supporting him as much as Bryan did.

Guys, Tag is reliving that experience over and over, and it will drive him insane if we don’t get to him and find a way to stop it.

Feeling responsible because they involved Tag, Rick and Loy knew they had to do whatever they could, but Tag had apparently moved back in with his wife, and they had no idea what her name was or where she lived.

Rick and I will go back to where we talked to Tag the first time and see if we can dig anything up. Lane, get some rest, buddy. You’ve done enough.

Alright, guys. Let us know what you find.

Will do.

<><> 

Moving behind Lane, Bryan continued rubbing his back and shoulders while he finished his tea.

“Any better?”

“Yeah, man, thanks. Fuck, I hate losing my shit like that.”

“I think you’re going to have to get used to it, but you know I’ll always be here. It pisses me off the doc says I have to let you go through those dreams without waking you up. I hate it for you.”

In a very uncharacteristic tone of voice, Lane whispered, “I don’t think I could do it on my own, Bry. I’m going to need you more than ever if this keeps up.”

“Come here, Little Buddy.”

Bryan often called Lane Little Buddy as a term of affection.  Both men were big fans of the old TV show Gilligan’s Island, and the nickname developed between them years earlier. Bryan pulled Lane tighter against him, hugging him from behind, pressing their heads together.

With their eyes closed, neither of them noticed Bryan’s tattoo flare up when he pulled Lane against him. The light briefly enveloped both of them before fading, and they quickly fell into a deep, restful sleep for the rest of the night.

<><><> 

Rick and Loy dressed and headed downtown to the side street where they first encountered Tag. Arriving at 0530, it was still dark, so Loy used a flashlight, which also gave off enough light for Rick’s enhanced vision.

Little remained of the hefty refrigerator box Tag slept in. Rain and the summer heat had done a number on it, practically disintegrating it.

Looking around, Loy said, “There’s no way to tell how long it’s been since Tag’s been here. It could have been in the last few days, but it doesn’t look like it.”

Rick inhaled deeply, only discerning the barest hint of Tag’s body odor absorbed into the cardboard, but not enough remained to determine anything specific or helpful.

Continuing to look around, Rick spotted a broken and crushed syringe.

“Check this out! Luckily, we still have an evidence kit in the car.”

Pointing his flashlight to the spot Rick indicated, Loy saw the broken syringe, continuing to look around while Rick retrieved an evidence baggie out of the car.

Putting on a latex glove, Rick gingerly picked up the syringe, dropping it into the bag and sealing it.

“Maybe the doc can tell us what was in it. We might get lucky and pull a set of prints, too, but I doubt it.”

<> 

At the edge of his hearing, Rick picked up voices approaching from down the street. As they got closer, he realized it was a sizeable group.

Loy, there’s a large group coming down the street. I smell trouble.

Concealing themselves in the shadows, Loy focused on the group, and listening to their surface thoughts he knew they were hostile and there to look for anyone poking around the alley interested in Tag. Even though Loy only skimmed the surface of their minds, because there were so many, he felt nauseous, and his head ached.

They’re here to keep people from looking for Tag.

I see. Well, this is going to be interesting.

Be careful, Rick, it’s a local gang that’s been paid to do this. They’re just kids, but mean and not afraid to use a gun. We don’t want to hurt them, at least not much, enough to teach them a lesson if it comes to that. I don’t want to turn up the juice and scare them. There are too many to corral if they scatter and run.

Rick and Loy waited, and in less than a minute, the entrance of the alley was filled with 15 young men. It was apparent they were a gang from the way they carried themselves, full of bravado and cockiness.

They didn’t see Rick or Loy, and the apparent leader said, “Whaddup Julio? I thought you said someone was here.”

Julio pointed to Rick’s Explorer, saying, “They was here a minute ago. That’s their ride.”

“Well, if they ain’t here, at least we get to mess with their wheels.”

Out of the darkness, Rick said, “If anyone touches my car, I’ll break their arm.”

Rick gave them credit; they were fast on the draw. As soon as he spoke, guns whipped out, and bullets entered the chambers of various-sized handguns.

“I’m giving you kids an out. Tell us what you know about the homeless guy who used to stay here, and you get to leave peacefully.”

One of the kids thumped his chest and shouted, “Who are you calling kids? I’ll kick your bitch ass any day, mother fucker.”

Loy:  Lord, these kids watch too many movies.

Rick: Yeah, well cliché or not, I wish I was wearing a little kevlar just in case.

Sending a compulsion into their minds, Loy made them believe their guns and knives were hot, too hot to hold, blistering flesh wherever it touched metal. It was humorous watching them jerk their hands and drop their guns and knives, yelling obscenities.

Grinning, Loy thought:  There you go.

Shit, should I get in the car and let you wrap this up?

Chuckling, Loy responded: No man, I’ll split them with you. I want to have some fun too!

“Mother fucker, I don’t know how you did that, but your ass is dead! Get ’em!”

Rick and Loy moved out of the darkness, taking defensive stances as all fifteen kids rushed them. Rick, irritated at the idea of fifteen to two, didn’t hold back and hit hard, tensing his body and letting them get in a few hits. Whereas he didn’t even feel them, it was funny to watch their faces when their hands connected with his body. To them, it felt like hitting a brick wall.

Rick broke mainly hands and a few arms, and Loy wasn’t any gentler.  In less than a minute, all the kids were unconscious except the leader, who lay on the ground, moaning and holding his arm.

Kneeling beside him, Rick cupped his jaw firmly and in a commanding tone, said, “Tell me who hired you to keep an eye on this spot.”

The kid tried to spit and yelled, “Fuck you!” but Rick was ready and turned the kid's face away so he spit on one of his friends.

“Loy, why don’t you take a look? It’ll be easier.”

Cupping the kid's face, Loy forced eye contact, and with his other hand, touched the kid’s forehead with the tip of his index finger, looking for the information he wanted. Loy found the memories, but they were intentionally blurred, and he couldn’t make out the faces.

Looking at only one mind, Loy was better able to stave off the ill effects, but the brokenness in the young man still affected him. Loy’s forehead broke out in a sweat, and his tanned face paled.

“This is interesting. Someone’s covering their tracks and tampered with his memories. In fact, Raphael, you got ripped off. They never gave you any money, that was a bag of blank paper. Something tells me your buddies here are going to be pissed when they find out you let them get taken.”

Looking deeper, Loy read more about the young man.

With a sigh, Loy shook his head, saying, “Raph, you’re well on your way down a dangerous path and close to the point of no return. I could force you to turn around, but a very wise man taught me that’s not the way to make true change. I’m going to show you a few options and then let you make a choice. Either way, you get to walk away from here, and consider yourself lucky you only have a broken arm.”

Loy delved so deep in Raphael’s mind that time nearly stood still as he walked with the young man through his life, showing him his good and bad decisions, especially those that led him to deal with evil people. 

Raphael wasn’t aware of The Enemy and had no idea of their true intentions of gaining control of his life or his soul. His life teetered on the edge of a knife, and Loy impressed on Raphael how his decisions would affect his family if he ended up dead, in jail, or in servitude to evil.

Be a man, Raph, and stop playing at being a man. Grow up, get over yourself, and get away from these people. I’ll be here if you need help getting over your ego and admitting you don’t have all the answers. If you need to get hold of me or my friend Rick, just think back to this morning, and you’ll know how to reach us.

Remaining alert, Rick kept an eye out while Loy did his thing with Raphael, and while he waited, a car pulled up at the entrance to the alley, and four men got out. One was dressed in an expensive tailored suit with a hat, and the other three looked like hired muscle, wearing black jeans, black wifebeaters, and sunglasses even though it was dark out.

The man in the suit glanced at Loy and Raph, and then at Rick.

“I thought I felt someone tampering with my young charge.”  

The well-dressed man didn’t look happy and nodded to his companions, who moved forward.

“I think you will find these fellows a little more challenging than the children.”

Planting himself between Loy and the three men, Rick sent a mental shout to Loy.

Loy! Head’s up, we have company!

Almost finished.

The three big men had incredible physiques, and with their sunglasses, they reminded Rick of Arnold Schwarzenegger from The Terminator.  Smirking to himself, he half expected their eyes to glow red, but his instincts told him there was more to them than he could see.

The trio moved impossibly fast for normal humans and were on Rick before he could react. He didn’t expect them to be so quick, and they caught him off guard. Two grabbed his arms, pinning him, and the third punched him hard in the stomach, doubling him over.

Rick instinctively tensed his abs to keep the wind from getting knocked out of him, but the one hitting him landed two solid punches to his jaw, dazing him, before breaking off to move towards Loy.

Shaking his head, Rick cleared his vision, still held by two of them.  The third one was almost on top of Loy, who was still bent over the now unconscious Raphael.

Loy! Move!

Shouting mentally instead of verbally allowed Loy the extra fraction of a second to throw himself backward and avoid the man’s attempt to grab him.  Rolling to his feet, Loy saw Rick held by two muscular men, his face bloody, and immediately merged with him, going deep so the time differential would allow them to talk.

<> 

Rick! Are you alright?

Yeah, it’s not that serious. Not yet, anyway. These guys are fucking fast, Loy, and strong. Not as strong or as fast as I am, but they caught me off guard. I’m about to kick some major ass here. Stay out of reach, or that guy will tear you a new one.

I’ll see if I can keep him occupied while you take care of those two.

Be careful, Loy! I’m serious! Don’t let him get his hands on you!

<> 

Their conversation took a thousandth of a second in the real world, and both of them were ready when time started moving again.

Reaching for the mind of the one coming towards him, Loy hit a shield he didn’t expect, and was unable to find a way in. The guy was practically on top of him and over his muscled shoulder, Loy saw the white eyes and malevolent smile of the well-dressed man.

Desperate, Loy focused hard and fast, his Avatar glowing brightly as his eyes turned white, and in the spiritual realm, he guided a white arc of energy against the shield over his attacker’s mind. The thug stopped, staggering back and shaking his head.

Besides his own attacker, with his mind’s eye, Loy saw shields over the two men holding Rick and the well-dressed man and figured defending all four of them had to be a strain.

Bracing himself, Loy directed another arc at the thug in front of him, this time cracking the shield, allowing him to pull the man into a construct of the alley with just the two of them.

Rick, seeing Loy have some success with his opponent, said, “You guys are pissing me off. I know who you’re with, and if you think you’re going to stop us from helping our friend, you’re sadly mistaken.”

Using their strength against them, Rick jumped, flipping up and backward over them, escaping their grip. They were strong, but not as strong as him, and they lacked his muscle and bone density.

Like all the guys on the team, Rick was a martial artist, excelling at close combat and dirty infighting. Lightning fast, using his elbows and knees, he struck the two men repeatedly, sending them reeling back, but other than grunts, they didn’t exhibit any sign of being hurt.

Smiling, Rick said, “I’m going to enjoy this. It’s been too long since I’ve had a good fight.”

Rick squeezed his fists so tightly, his knuckles cracked loudly. It was rare Rick, Ken, or any of the bodies got to use their abilities without restraint, and Rick had to admit it felt good to cut loose.  Neither man laid a hand on him again, while he landed fists, elbows, knees, even head-butts, knocking the two large men back repeatedly, but they still kept coming.

Rick wasn’t worried about not winning the fight, but he was concerned he couldn’t do it without seriously hurting or even killing his opponents. He didn’t know anything about them, other than they followed the direction of the well-dressed man.  Seeing the white eyes of the man in charge, he wondered if his attackers were acting of their own volition, or if they were puppets.  If controlled, they didn’t deserve to be hurt or killed.

Rick decided his only option was to knock them out. Sprinting past them, Rick vaulted off the brick wall of the alley, wrapping his arms around the neck of the first man in a chokehold. Using his height, leverage, and momentum, Rick threw his legs up, applying a scissor lock on the neck of the other man. Then, using the weight of his 400+ lb. frame, he threw himself backward, dropping the two men to the ground underneath him and knocking the wind out of them.  Grunting loudly as Rick landed on top of them, he tightened his arms and legs around their necks, cutting off their oxygen supply.

Both of them grabbed his arms and legs, trying to break his grip, and he was careful not to break their necks; as tough as they were, it was a fine line between choking them and killing them. Soon, their movements turned frantic, their fists flailing and pummeling Rick wherever they could reach, but he tensed his body to absorb the blows. They were strong, and it hurt, but he took the pain as he was trained to do. Sweating and breathing hard with the effort, he didn’t let go for a good twenty seconds after they stopped moving.

<> 

Meanwhile, Loy held the other man trapped in his construct, trying to dig through the deeper barrier controlling his mind. The strain tremendous, Loy held him immobile while slowly chipping away at the wall.

Fuck! Brad makes this look easy!

From the other side of the alley wall, Loy heard screaming, and as he chipped away at the barrier, it got louder. Uncertain if it was a trick, Loy continued his efforts but remained alert.

Finally, the barrier shattered and the man fell to his knees, holding his head and muttering, “Oh, God” repeatedly as he rocked forward and back like a child.

Releasing his hold over the man’s mind, Loy kept his distance just to be safe.

The man took off his glasses, and his eyes were wide and bloodshot, his face wet with tears, and his voice raspy from screaming. Seeing Loy, he scrambled back in fear, pushing himself into the trash lining the alley wall. Oddly, he ended up on top of the box Tag used to sleep in, and Loy wondered if there was some significance.

“NO! Get away! Leave me alone!”

Trying to sound reassuring, Loy said, “Hey, I’m not going to hurt you. You were trying to tear my head off, remember?”

“Oh, God, I’m sorry! I couldn’t help myself! I could see everything I was doing, but I wasn’t in control! You have to believe me!”

With the barrier down, Loy knew he spoke the truth. The Enemy imprisoned his mind, and he had been under their control for nearly three years. Looking deeper, Loy saw everything about Henry Ross, and witnessing the things Henry had been forced to do made Loy sick to his stomach.

Holding out his hand to help Henry up, Loy said, “Come on, Henry, it’s time to get you out of here.”

<><> 

Loy took them out of his construct and back to the real world. Rick, sweaty and covered in blood, was just getting up and brushing himself off.  He looked okay; in fact, Loy thought he looked extremely hot, which Rick picked up on, and he grinned. The well-dressed man didn’t look pleased.

“Hmmm… so you managed to break my hold over Henry? Pity… he was such an excellent toy. You wouldn’t believe the things he’s done on our behalf.”

At the sound of the man’s voice, Henry flinched, yelling, “I know that voice! He’s the one who did this to me!”

Loy quickly said, “It’s alright, Henry. Stick close to me, and I’ll keep you safe.”

“You might be able to protect Henry, but you can’t protect them all.”

The well-dressed man put his index finger to his temple, his eyes turned white, and the two unconscious men on the ground started to writhe and convulse.

“Keep Henry. I will get great pleasure in thinking of his misery as he reflects on everything he’s done.”

Quickly, the well-dressed man got back in the car, and it took off down the street.

Looking at Rick, Loy said, “We need to get Henry back to the lab. Henry, this is Rick. He and I work together, and he’s going to help keep you safe.”

Before leaving, Rick made an anonymous 911 call to report the still unconscious gang members and the two dead servants of The Enemy. The scene looked incriminating, but there wasn’t anything he could do about that.

<><><> 

When Henry got into the car, he started shaking worse and going off the deep end, so Loy gently put him to sleep.

Rick sent a 711 text to the doctor, saying they needed to talk to him right away. It was 0600, and they knew he would be asleep.

Glancing at Henry, asleep in the back seat, Loy said, “God, Rick, you have no idea what they made him do the last few years. I sure hope the doc can help him. I could make him forget, but I’m not sure that’s the right thing to do.”

“The doc will know how best to proceed, Loy. Don’t worry about it.”

Stiffening up from the beating he took, Rick lifted his shirt.  His ribs were red and bruised, and his eye already beginning to blacken.

“Shit, Ricky, are you alright!?”

“Yeah, I'm okay. I told you those guys hit hard. It’s a good thing I heal fast.”

“You were amazing, Rick. I’m proud of us. I feel like we took a first step, but we still need to find Tag. Maybe Henry will know something that can help us.”

Rick’s phone rang a few seconds later, with a very sleepy sounding doctor on the other end of the connection. On speaker, they filled him in on what happened and told him about Henry. The doctor said he would meet them at the lab.

Rick’s enhanced hearing picked up background noise on the phone, and when the call disconnected, he had a smile on his face.

“What’re you smiling about?”

“The doc wasn’t alone.”

“Good for him! He’s been by himself way too long. I hope he and Albrecht made out like medieval rabbits.”

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Albrecht and the doctor were at the lab waiting when they arrived. As soon as the doctor saw Rick, his face a mask of concern, he exclaimed, “Richard! You did not tell me you were bleeding!”

“Doc, it’s nothing! I’ve been hurt worse playing football with the guys.”

Because Rick’s ribs were sore, Loy insisted on carrying Henry into the lab. Rick thought Loy was treating him like a baby but gave in to prevent an argument, although his frustration was apparent through their link.

Sorry, Rick, but you need to take it easy. Chill out, and let me help.

Loy set Henry on one of the beds, breathing hard from the effort. Henry was a big man, weighing at least 240lbs of solid muscle. Albrecht followed Loy into the exam room to attend to Henry.

When Rick pulled off his shirt, the doctor let out another exclamation.

“Oh my! Richard, this could be serious!”

Rick’s upper body was covered with welts and deep bruising, and the doctor gingerly started exploring Rick’s tender ribs, chest, and legs.

“Yeah, they were pretty strong, doc. I took a pounding while they choked out, but didn’t have much choice. The only other way would have been to kill them, and I didn’t want to do that.”

Rick’s voice lowered, and he murmured, “But that jerk killed them anyway.”

From the other room, Loy picked up on Rick’s comment through their link and realized why Rick was so on edge. He felt guilty for not saving the other two men, and Loy wrapped his mind around Rick in a tight mental hug.

There’s nothing you or I could have done, Rick. Let that part go.

The doctor said, “That is not your fault, Richard. We will have a conversation about what happened once we know more from the young man you brought in.

“I have faced the well-dressed men before but am unfamiliar with the new agents you fought.  It seems as though our adversaries have done some genetic tampering of their own. I am not surprised… but they are only smart enough to copy, not create. I believe they wish to make copies of you, and our new friend in there and the two unfortunate souls that did not survive are the results!”

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Leaving Henry in Albrecht’s care, Loy went to check on Rick. With Rick’s shirt off and seeing the extent of the damage, Loy became genuinely upset.

Fuck Ricky, I thought you said you were alright!

Loy, it’s no big deal! Yes, it hurts, but it’s what I’m built for. I’ll be back to normal in no time.

Resting a hand on Rick’s bare shoulder, Loy gave him a squeeze.

We were lucky. As strong and fast as those guys were, things could have gone seriously wrong. You were awesome, but I still don’t like seeing you hurt.

The grin Rick knew Loy couldn’t resist appeared on his face.

Well, how about when we get home we play doctor, and you can examine me to your heart’s content? I think I have another bruise the doctor hasn’t found yet.

I forgot how horny you get after a good fight. At least that tells me you aren’t seriously hurt, and you got it. When we get home, I’m going to take extra good care of you.

Even with Rick’s insistence that he was fine, the doctor was adamant that he stay in the lab another few hours.

Turning to Loy, the doctor asked, “My boy, would you call Bryan and Lane and ask them to come in? In fact, call the rest of the team.  Everyone should be here.”

Half an hour later Bryan and Lane arrived, shocked to see Rick’s condition, and Bryan frowned, angry over his buddy's injuries. Lane, seeing Rick conscious and not seriously hurt, tried to lighten the mood.

 Whistling, he asked, “Damn Rick, did you steal cookies from the Girl Scouts again?”

Rick started to laugh but grimaced in pain and held his ribs, flipping Lane off. Loy smirked but tried not to show it, and Bryan slapped Lane lightly on the back of his head for making the joke.

Looking chagrined, Lane asked, “Seriously, man, who did this to you? And how?”

The doctor spoke up, “We will have a short debriefing when everyone gets here. It is important you all know what happened this morning, and the events leading up to it.”

Rick, thoroughly embarrassed, became the center of everyone’s attention as they came in, expressing concern and anger over his injuries, surprised anyone could do this to one of them. 

His injuries were an eye-opener, making them realize they weren’t quite as invincible as they thought. The reality of one of their own getting hurt was a slap in the face, and evidence the war they just stepped into was real and on their doorstep.

Once everyone was present, the doctor said loudly, “Attention, everyone! Please find a quiet place and be still.”

Most of the guys went into the conference room to sit, and a few seconds later the doctor’s voice entered their minds.

Thank you for coming so quickly. It has been quite a morning for some of you already. I want everyone to know what happened and what is going on. Lane, I know this will be uncomfortable, but will you please share your dream with everyone?

Sure, doc. Get ready guys, this is a little ugly. I’ll try to keep the emotional overspill to a minimum.

Opening his mind, Lane brought everyone into a deep link, sharing the dream of Tag, and what he was going through.

Even filtered by Lane, the pain, fear, and anxiety hit them hard, and they instinctively pulled Lane deeper into their hearts. It dawned on them Lane’s Avatar had a downside none of them realized, and they threw their love and support behind their brother.

Lane's eyes brightened at the intensity of their presence and concern, overpowering the adverse effects of his dream. Bryan’s arms around him were so tight he had trouble breathing, but Lane leaned into him with no embarrassment at being so open in front of everyone.

Now, Loy and Richard, recount your events from this morning.

After Rick and Loy shared their fight, a mix of reactions followed, from concern to pride at how they handled the encounter and dealt with the unknowns.

I did not know the Enemy created physical servants like these. I am glad there were only three and that Richard was not seriously hurt, or Loy. This was an unknown, and we must be more aware moving forward. Albrecht is still learning what we can from the young man in the other room, but it seems he was kidnapped and coerced into servitude. It might not be the same with all of their servants of this type. I commend Richard’s bravery and forethought in not wanting to injure his adversaries, even at the personal cost to himself.

I wanted you all to see Richard’s injuries, not to embarrass him by any means, but to impress upon you what our enemy is capable of. Now, I wish to show you something we are capable of. Lane, Bryan, please join me with Richard and Loy.  The rest of you give us a few moments.

Curious, Bryan and Lane wondered what was up as they returned to Rick’s room, where he reclined on top of the sheets in just his shorts. The doctor came in, followed by Albrecht, and shut the door.

Albrecht said, “Our friend Henry is sleeping peacefully for now. What was done to him is atrocious.”

The doctor continued, “My boys, Albrecht and I have been translating possible meanings of the complex Avatars everyone received in the last procedure. Lane and Bryan, the two of you have a unique combination showing a dominant trend towards life and healing. Even though you share a core group of abilities, each of you shows an indication of excelling in particular areas.

“Lane, along with this you have a strong affinity for creativity, as we see in your talent for drawing and music. I think this is no coincidence. Do you have your iPod with you?”

Lane nodded, “Yes, sir.”

“I presume when you listen to music, certain songs affect your mood more than others?”

“Yes, sir, I suppose that’s a good way to put it.”

“I want you to pick an uplifting song and listen to it while deeply merged with Bryan, with your three energy centers tightly intertwined.  I know how intensely personal that is, and apologize for asking you to do this so suddenly.”

Lane seemed sheepish but scrolled through his playlist until he found a song the doctor described. It was a recent favorite, and one he could listen to repeatedly and not tire of.

“As you listen, put yourself into the music, and free your mind and soul to go wherever they take you. I wish to see what happens when you do this.”

Moving behind Lane, Bryan put his hands on Lane’s shoulders, holding him close.  Behind their closed eyelids, their eyes flashed white as the two men delved into the depths of one another.  Immediately, their countenance softened into expressions of peaceful serenity, and in the spiritual realm, ribbons of blue, yellow, and red energy arced and flowed between them. The profound love between them emanated so strongly that Brad and the others sensed it from the conference room.

Lane hit play, and the opening notes of the music enveloped him. Breathing deep and steady, goosebumps appeared on his skin as the intensity of the music took over, and his mind, heart, and soul expanded outside himself.

Halfway through the song, their Avatars became visible underneath their shirts, their auras so bright in the spiritual realm that the doctor, Albrecht, Rick, and Loy could hardly look at them and had to switch their perceptions.

Loy and Rick, wide-eyed but silent, took it all in.

Bryan was amazed by his partner and how the music affected his soul.

I wish everyone could see this part of you the way I do, Lane.

I couldn’t do this if it weren't for you, Bry.

After merging with Lane the first time, Bryan humbly knew his presence magnified Lane’s experience, and it was his love that opened Lane to feel the way he did.  Even more so, after the last procedure, when fully together they were more than the sum of their individual selves.

Their faces wet with tears from the emotional intimacy, Bryan instinctively tightened his arms, wanting to squeeze Lane to death to show him how much he loved him.  Lane, in turn, did know it; they were one, and at the same time his soul flew with the music, he sank into Bryan.  The warmth and strength of his body, coupled with his soul, was an unimaginable comfort.

Observing their two young charges, the doctor and Albrecht were astounded at how powerful they were.  Even in the physical realm, there was a visible glow around them.

As the song came to an end their light softened to a slow, steady pulse, gradually fading as their eyes resumed their normal color. Bryan had a pleased, happy look on his face, and patted Lane’s chest affectionately.

The doctor gave them a minute to come back to themselves before asking, “How did that feel?”

“That was intense, doc. It’s hard to put into words. It definitely takes me outside myself, and I’m not sure where I go, but it feels like a place.”

The doctor looked at Albrecht with a gleam in his eye.

Albrecht grinned, saying, “I think you were correct.”

The doctor continued, “What just happened, I have not seen before. You are operating on a much higher energy level than I anticipated. What I am about to propose would not work, at least not so well, outside a controlled environment such as this. I know you discovered how to heal some weeks ago. I would like you to start the song again, and while you are in this other place, channel the energy and heal Richard.

“Loy has the ability to heal as well, as do all the mentalists to some degree, but I believe you and Bryan will be exceptional at it, and doing it in this manner should not drain your own energy as much, or the energy of the one being healed. You might feel tired immediately afterward, but it should pass quickly, and I imagine it will not be significant.”

Lane looked at Bryan, who smiled confidently and said, “Let’s do this, Lane. Let’s heal Ricky.”

Looking at Loy, the doctor said, “Loy, join the link so you can monitor the process and how it works. Everyone must learn, but this time I wish to limit it to those of us in the room.”

Lane looked back at Bryan and said, “You ready, Bry?”

Bryan nodded.

Looking at Rick and Loy, he asked, “Guys?”

Rick smiled, replying, “I’m just going to sit back and enjoy. If this were more private, I’d ask for a happy ending.”

Laughing, Lane retorted, “Ha! You wish!”

Leaning against Bryan, who hugged him tighter in support, Lane pressed play and the song started again.

A few seconds into the song, their eyes again turned white, and Loy murmured, “Holy shit, guys!”

Now linked more deeply with them, Loy felt the power Lane and Bryan generated, watching the blue, yellow, and red ribbons blend under Lane’s will into a thick white flow.

Lifting his arms, Lane stretched his hands towards Rick, and the energy arced to include his friend. Rick’s entire body became placid, and his eyes closed, still conscious but so relaxed he could barely move, as one by one his energy centers opened and became part of the circuit. Everyone linked saw the brilliant colors from each center of Rick’s body, and the energies flowing over and through him.

Studying the flows, the damage to Rick’s body was apparent, like reading a map of his injuries, and Lane instinctively knew how to alter the currents to heal him.  Bryan, one with Lane, added his own perspective and understanding, having a strong natural instinct for how Rick’s body should be when whole and healthy. Once Lane saw what needed to be done, white power arced out of his hands, covering Rick’s body.

Their tattoos, glowing brightly, sent off little tendrils of color that added to the flow, and warm air swirled around Lane and Bryan, blowing their hair. Rick’s wounds visibly faded, the welts and bruises vanishing as they watched, and by the end of the song he was in perfect health.

To Rick, the energies Lane directed throughout his body were warm and comfortable, and Bryan’s solid strength magnified it all. Rick was in awe of his buddies and what they accomplished. When the energy dissipated, Rick felt like Loy had spent hours giving him a deep tissue massage and a happy ending, his body warm and covered in a light sheen of sweat.

Opening his eyes, Lane looked at Rick’s magnificent body now healed and in perfect health, and a huge grin spread across his face.

Sending a private thought to Lane through their Link, Bryan thought: Look what we did, Little Buddy! You’re amazing!

Bryan’s excitement was evident, but his enthusiasm quickly dampened when Lane started to slump, and he picked Lane up in his arms like a child.

“Doc!”

“Do not be alarmed, Bryan. It is a temporary aftereffect as his body returns to normal levels. The power that passed between the two of you was phenomenal, and your physiology buffers you from the harsher effects. I suspect Lane will acclimate with more experience, and it will happen less in the future.”

Lane said, “It’s alright, Bry, you can put me down.”

Bryan reluctantly set him down but kept an arm around him protectively. Lane took advantage, keeping an arm around Bryan as well.

Smiling at Rick, Loy said, “You look good as new!”

Rick was still so relaxed he almost slurred his words, “Man, I feel incredible. I don’t want to move yet.”

Leaning over him, Loy kissed Rick on his forehead, saying, “It’s good to have you back to normal.”

The doctor said, “This has been a productive morning! We have all learned a great deal and taken another step in a positive direction.”

The doctor patted Rick’s leg as he moved to open the door and head back to his office.

“I am happy to see you fully recovered, my boy.”

“Thanks, doc.”

<><> 

As soon as the doctor opened the door, the guys rushed in to see what had happened. The room wasn’t large and was quickly packed shoulder to shoulder. Everyone was amazed to see Rick’s body healed of all the welts and bruises.

Ken, looking at Bryan and Lane, exclaimed, “Good job, guys! We’re proud of you!”

He gave them a fist bump, and everyone else followed suit. Everybody reached out to pat Rick on his leg, shoulder, or any part of him within reach.

Finally sitting up and stretching, Rick said, “Well, I guess I need to get dressed.”

Almost as one, the comments flew.

“No, you don’t!”

“Why?”

“You’re good, man.”

They all busted out laughing, including Rick, as he said, “You whores.”

<><><> 

Everyone had just cleared out of the room, and Rick was getting dressed when Loy’s phone rang. Not recognizing the number, he usually wouldn’t have answered, but a tingling in his gut told him it was important.

Accepting the call, he said, “Hello?”

“Hello? Is this Mr. Barton?”

It was a woman’s voice, and she sounded upset.

“Speaking, ma’am. What can I do for you?”

“I’m so sorry to bother you, Mr. Barton, but I didn’t know who else to call."

Her sniffles broke out into full-fledged sobs.

"Ma'am, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

"It's Tag. He talked about you and your friend, and how nice you were to him. I found your number on our dresser."

"Are you Tag's wife?"

"Yes, I'm Olive. Olive Keenan."

“Olive, where are you? Where’s Tag?”

"He's in the hospital, in a bad way. I don't know what happened. He was doing so good."

Her voice cracked as she started crying again, unable to help herself.

"Which hospital?"

"Grady. We’re in room 584."

"Olive, you just hang tight.  I'll be there within the hour."

"Thank you, Mr. Barton."

"Call me Loy, Olive, and don't worry, we'll figure out what's up."

Rick listened to the conversation with a concerned look on his face.

"That was Tag's wife, Olive. He's in the hospital, and it sounds like he's in bad shape."

“Fuck! We need to get down there. Doc! Ken! Conference room! Pronto!”

<><> 

The urgency in Rick’s voice pulled everyone quickly back in the conference room.

Ken asked, “What’s up, Rick?”

“Loy just got a call from Tag’s wife. He’s at Grady and in bad shape. I don’t know any details yet, but we need to get down there fast.”

Ken said, “Okay, but we’re all goin’. It’s ‘cause of me they went after him, and I feel responsible. Besides, I want ‘ta keep everyone together on this. If any more of those goons show up, I want us ‘ta be prepared, and I don’t want any innocent people at the hospital hurt.”