Battlegrounds

Omega, one of the two leaders of the now infamous crime syndicate the Dyad, stood atop a warehouse looking over the Cinders. The Cinders were irrelevant to the plans of Omega and her husband, Alpha. She missed Alpha, sometimes. He was currently on assignment away from Omega, and she truly missed him. But right now, she had a mission.

The Cinders was home to infamous **** cartel the Burned. They were the Dyad’s biggest competition, and Omega already had Bravo Team rallying. Bravo Team was Omega’s personal project. It was a team of enhanced individuals who were brainwashed for total loyalty. The newest member of Bravo Team was in fact, Voltage, though she was now simply Bravo 7. The first 6 members of Bravo Team were Omega’s favorites, though. Bravo 1 was one of the three men who could have fathered Zeta. Obviously the first was Alpha, but the other options were Bravo 1, or Omega’s own father, who recently was imprisoned.

Anyways, Bravo 1 was a brutish man with a HUGE cock. His previous name was Horsepower. His strength was unrivaled. He could rip buildings apart in a pinch. Bravo 2 was a curvaceous black woman with the power to manipulate gravity. Her previous name was Gravita. Bravo 3 is an Asian man with the power to summon mythical animals made of energy. He was previously called Zoo, which was a little on the nose.

Bravo 4 was a weird one. A Jamaican young man in his mid-twenties, he had strange harmonization with spirits. Omega wouldn’t call it powers, per se, but on occasion he could tap into spiritual energy and use it like steroids. But it was finicky, and Omega wouldn’t have chosen him if he wasn’t a master in hand to hand combat. He was formerly known as Witch Doctor.

Bravo 5 and 6 were twins, two barely legal Russian girls. Individually, they were normal. But whenever they made contact, they merged into a dragon. Omega had never seen anything like that, a true Dyad. The two girls didn’t have a former code name or anything, Omega had sunk her claws in soon enough.

“Omega, ma’am?” a gravelly voice spoke up and Omega turned to see the seven members of Bravo Team standing there.

“Move in. I want this damn gang ripped to shreds.” Omega said, and the enhanced soldiers ran in.

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7 Hours Earlier...

Jasmine squeezed the water out of her dark hair as strong arms wrapped around her.

“That was amazing.” Jasmine’s master cooed in her ear.

“Thanks.” she smiled.

“Anyways, you’re due to check in with the Bravo Team. Better hurry.” Jasmine’s master smiled and kissed her, giving her ass a little squeeze. Jasmine didn’t mind. He did own her, after all.

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Jasmine walked into the Bravo compound and everybody turned to look at her. Jasmine’s cheeks burned when she noticed a very handsome black man staring at her intensely.

“I’m Bravo 4.” he said in a Jamaican accent.

“Bravo 7.” Jasmine smiled. She glanced at the other members of Bravo Team. A black woman who put Jasmine’s curves to shame. A huge man who was bigger than anyone Jasmine had ever seen. Russian mirror twins, which were the rarest kind of twins. A slender but muscled Asian man.

“Pleased to have you.” the Asian man bowed.

“Thanks.” Jasmine smiled.

“Only available bunk’s below mine.” the Jamaican man grinned, pointing to a door.

“Bunk?” Jasmine asked.

“You live entirely in this compound now. You knew that, right?” one of the Russian twins asked in a perfect English accent.

“Of course she knew that.” the other said in a Russian accent.

“I’ll show you to your bunk.” the Jamaican leered. Jasmine put on a big smile though and followed him. The curvy black woman put her hand on Jasmine’s shoulder.

“Don’t say no. He’s packing.” she winked. Feeling odd, Jasmine hurried after her new bunkmate.