Duty

 


The barracks yard was alive with the sharp crack of boots on gravel and the barked commands of drill sergeants. Captain Elias Carmel stood at the edge of the formation, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched the fresh batch of privates line up like scared rabbits. Beside him was Captain Harlan Rook, a grizzled veteran with a voice like thunder and a reputation for breaking recruits harder than anyone else. Both men had been friends for years, Elias was only visiting the barracks as he was passing through but couldn’t help looking at the new recruits.


"Look at these sorry sacks," Captain Carmel muttered, eyeing the trembling newbies.


“The worst bunch yet I reckon, at least there is one or two with some muscle on them.” Harlan responded looking at the huge 6 '6 private in the centre.


“I know you will give them hell and whip them into shape Harlan. You are legendary for your hazing and getting any recruit ready” Elias smiled before giving a great big sigh and looking at his watch.


“Everything alright Elias?” Harlan said, noticing his friends' change in tone.


“Look’s like I already have to leave, I have to get to the finance and supply meeting.” Elias sighed as he started walking with his friend beside him. “Then another meeting with maintenance, followed by an inventory meeting, then I have several reports and endless paperwork to complete.” Elias said crestfallen as he got closer to his car, he then paused and looked at the line of privates waiting restlessly for Harlan to address them. “You know sometimes I wish I could go back to being a private again, just a rifle, a ruck, and my friends” Elias said but as the final words exited his mouth a burst of green mist erupted in front of him covering himself and Harlan leaving them coughing and spluttering while a faint devilish chuckle of the Trickster echoed out.


When the smoke cleared Elias looked to his friend to see if he was alright, but Harlan stood tall and steadfast as if nothing had happened and instead of a look of concern in his face there was only derision and disgust.

Cruel (Giant) 3

 

Cruel (Giant) 2

 

Cruel (Giant) 1

 

Weak

 

 

 

Will flexed and posed in the gym mirror, his pump was incredible today and he couldn’t help pull off his shirt to get a better view of his muscles. His chest and arms looked huge as he flexed them, he looked over at the gaggle of yoga girls nearby and none even glanced his way. Will lifted up his arm and changed his pose to show off more of his gains, he grimaced slightly as he got a whiff of his rancid armpit, perhaps he should have put some deodorant on this morning. As he flexed a younger, shorter, leaner man with a higher pitched voice came over to him, he was wearing a gym uniform and was frowning.


“Sir you have to wear a shirt while in the gym, it’s our policy” The young man sighed, clearly not the first time he had said those words.


“Why? You jealous of the gains? Fuck bet you wish you could have a piece of this action. Now piss off fairy!” Will said mockingly as he positioned himself in front of the twink and flexed for the women again. This time he did get their attention but for all the wrong reasons, his arrogant and obnoxious, homophobic attitude being more than a major turn off as the women flipped their middle fingers at him and turned their backs to him. 

Strange

 

Detective Marcus Kane had spent a year infiltrating the criminal empire of Vinny "The Bull" Russo, a 300-pound mafia boss whose muscular bulk and slovenly habits made him a grotesque titan of crime. Marcus, a wiry 35-year-old with a chiseled jaw and a talent for blending in, was thwarted at every turn by Vinny’s paranoia and loyal goons. Marcus had managed to find a way into the organisation as a low level dealer but had found it impossible to get any closer to Vinny. Marcus had hoped tonight he would have got a glimpse of the titan as he hovered in the back of the warehouse, even if he could overhear part of a conversation it would be something to report. However, Marcus was left frustrated and disappointed once again as he was dismissed by a goon along with a rucksack filled with gear.

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