SHOUTOUT TO Khamari_Emziah for being the newest donor of Powerstones.
This is the bonus chapters for today, so enjoy, cause I gotta get to work.
As always, make sure to keep checking the Aux chapters, cause I'll be updating a few new characters with every chapter, even bonus chapters.
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[The Watchtower ~ A.E.T.H.E.R. Headquarters ~ Pocket Dimension]
[3rd person POV]
The distinct clicking of heels echoes like a gunshot in pin drop worthy silence permeating the 12th floor monitor station.
"Dude! Didn't you say she was, like, 60? No way that fine-ass woman is 60! " A poorly whispered voice whispers, it's owner a tall light-skin young man barely twenty-five.
He's whispering to his friend who had enlisted three months prior, who instantly flinches and whispers back, "Nigga, shut up! If she hears you we're cooked! You don't unders–" he falls silent as a pleasant fragrance graces his nose, looking downwards to see a gorgeous woman with a downright sinful body.
Her breasts are huge, and gravity seems to have neglected them, as they stand firm in a way seeming to be designed to get a physiological reaction out of any member of the opposite sex. The breasts fade into a toned abdomen that is abs glossed over with a medium layer of fat, but not enough to miss the faint muscle protruding from beneath.
Then there's the hips. Flaring out like wanna escape from her waist, they lead to an ass to rival the best of women. It's huge, and jiggles incessantly with even the slightest of breaths, before leading to her thighs that are lined with faint muscle.
But her face is the most captivating. Light brown eyes, ebony hair with multiple streaks of silver, and a face to rival an angel... or put a succubus to shame.
And currently, those two mesmerizing light brown eyes are staring directly at the two young men, devoid of any warmth whatsoever. Like diamonds. Pretty to look at, but hard and cold.
"Enlistee number 00097J08. Former Lt. Boswell of the U.S. Marines, correct?" The woman's soft voice questions flipping through a hardlight interactive digital file before looking up at Micah Boswell-Jenkins with an unchanged cold gaze.
"Yes, Ma'am!" He says, although he's unable to prevent his lecherous gaze from wandering to the knockout of a woman's insanely sexy tits.
"It says here that you were posted in the outskirts of the U.S. territory in Madripoor from 2014–2017. That must be where you picked up your less than desirable traits of chaos and... lawlessness," She says still softly, before looking to the other man silently cursing his friend's lack of social awareness while maintaining his respectful differential stance one takes on in the presence of a superior officer.
"Enlistee Jenkins. I should hope I don't have to remind that all recruits under three months of active duty are still applicable for the probationary clause and liable for suspension if deemed fit?"
The dark-skin brother trembles slightly before shaking his head, shooting a scathing glare at his half brother before answering in as respectful a tone as possible, "No, Director. I wouldn't need ypu to waste your time with such trivialities."
The woman, the director, nods, and satisfied humming noise escaping her throat. "Good. In that case, you're no longer on a probationary period. Congratulations. AFH Jenkins, please follow me. Starting today you'll be my assistant until Vice Director Monroe returns,"
(A/N: AFH=Active field hand, basically the A.E.T.H.E.R version of a private in the army)
AFH Jenkins' eyes widen in evident surprise before he nods, and follows his Director, shaking his head at his half brothers imature look of unmasked jealousy. And knowing him, it's not over the promotion. He prolly jealous I'm gonna be at the director's side for a while. Not that I blame him. She's one fine–
"AFH Jenkins. This meeting we're entering is a lock down meeting, so there won't be a need for you to take minutes. This is purely to familiarize you with... a unique team of experts monitoring a very specific individual."
Jenkins nods slowly, before asking in a cautious tone, "If you don't mind me asking, Director... who isn't this individual that requires a team of on call monitoring?"
Pushing open the door, the Director ushers the new assistant into a small room with around nine agents in lab coats acting as on call monitoring personnel.
On the wall of the room in the back, a huge floor-to-ceiling monitor shows multiple frames of a young kid who looks to be around 12-14 years old, standing outside in the street in what appears to be Upside Brooklyn.
However, only he's moving as everyone else appears to be frozen, and he's looking in fear up at the sky, although nothing is there. Then, it's as if the footage rewinds, and the boy is back at school in the hall, laughing with his friends.
"Director?" Jenkins asks, confusion lining his face, and his eyebrows wrinkled.
"That, Jenkins, is a Non-Terran Originating Being, who also happens to be my grandson. So while you get settled here, I'm going to meet him. After all, nothing is more important than family..."
To be continued...