One week later, in the skies of Angola.
No clouds, a clear sunny day, Captain Frits Loots was tailing the Canberra bomber into Angola flying his Impala fighter plane. To his right his wingman Beukes, and in front of the bomber a Mirage mk3 supersonic fighter jet, carrying it's own load of bombs.
The mission was to take out an enemy camp situated too close to the border between Namibia and Angola, from a position like this the enemy insurgents could strike blindly at their forces base camp, a risk they couldn't take.
Therefore a small group of their men approached through the night from the south whilst Frits and the bomber formation would come in far east, pass the camp then begin the bomb raid from the north, out of enemy territory, a strike the enemy wouldn't expect, after the bombs softened the target, the ground forces will sweep in during the confusion and clean up whats left.
"Okay boys, bank left hard then wait for my call" The he Canberra pilot said.
Like one body, the fleet banked, they turned until the early morning sun was behind them "Straighten out!" The planes leveled again "Five mikes to target boys, this is it!"
Frits toggled the switches, arming his two light bombs and machine guns, then braced, his adrenaline pumping.
"You okay there boet!?" Beukes called watching him from the other Impala.
"Ready to rain hell Beukes!"
"Okay boys you know the drill! Impalas go in first! You bomb the north side of the camp, even if you don't make direct hits! The cloud of your bombs will cover the incoming Mirage! You drop the heavier bombs dead center!"
"Yes sir!" The Mirage pilot called.
"As soon as he's over I will drop the mother lode from north to south, as soon as I'm done with my run Impalas you two come in east and west to drop your second bombs, make those count! Mirage, remember to cover me in case they have air support, copy!?"
"Sir yes sir!"
"Good! Impalas! Remember to rake the camp with the machine guns! Your bombs might be a decoy on the first run, but the one who takes down the most turs with the machine gun run gets a case of beer from me!"
"Booya!"
"Go go go!"
Frits and Beukes dropped altitude and gained speed, the high pitched whines of the light jet planes started coming through the cockpits, Frits and Beukes dropped until they were barely touching the treetops, then they boosted thrust to maximum speed.
All the fighter jets of their army were painted bush camo on top, and a light blue on it's bellies, so as you look up, the plane would hide against the blue sky, one of the reasons they chose a clear day for the bomb raid.
Now travelling at over four hundred miles an hour the ground blurred by, a hill came up, the two Impalas rose over it, dove on the other side then fired at the enemy base behind it.
The noise of the machine guns sounded like a long hollow deep throat burp, then the bombs struck the border of the camp, taking out a truck and a tent.
Frits and Beukes banked east and west, still in turn Frits looked at the camp just in time to see the supersonic Mirage also treetop height blur through the smoke of his and Beukes' bombs, leaving an even bigger plume of smoke in it's wake.
When he and Beukes leveled for the east and west attack, the multiple explosions of the Canberra bombarded the camp.
Frits kept slightly north, and Beukes slightly south as they came in, when the bombs released they passed each other so closely he could see Beukes throwing thumbs up.
"You fokkin crazy asshole!" He yelled over the com's, Beukes only laughed back at him.
"Good show boys, that whole raid went smoothly! A little slow according to my standards! But hey! Those fokkers never knew what hit them! So good job!"
"Sir yes sir!"
"Which Impala won the gun raid!?" The Mirage pilot called.
Frits looked at Beukes, who shrugged.
"Forgot to count sir!" He called.
"Oh, that's good, means I don't have to buy beers!" The Canberra pilot said laughing.
"On the contrary sir! Now you must buy us both a case!"
"Don't get smart with me Loots!"
The pilots laughed.
"Say Frits, you're an ace pilot, why do you still fly these old Impalas? I mean the Mirages are newer, faster, deadlier? I mean come on?" Beukes called.
"Are you kidding me Beukes!? Listen to these things when they go to full boost, that sound they make sends shivers up my spine! Gives me a hard on every time!"
"Seriously? The Mirage sounds like thunder! What's not to like about that!?"
"Nah, the Mirage is like a gunshot to the head, quick and done with, I want it to last a bit!"
"And you're calling me crazy? The other squadrons reported fighting Mig 21's the other day! These Impalas are too slow to fight Mig's"
"Oh yeah, heard about the Mig's, would you believe if I told you I took a Mig out with this very same Impala!?"
"Bullshit man!"
"No jokes boet! Sometimes it's the pilot that makes the plane, not the other way around!"
Beukes gave a halfhearted chuckle "Well, I'll believe it when I see it"
Frits gave him a finger and looked left, the bushveld below a deep maroon, the patches of green like spattered paint, he sighed, it became like his back yard by now, nothing new, it was almost like he knew the whole of Angola, until he saw something out of place.
A large bush, it wasn't uncommon for the brush to grow in a large formation like that, and to the untrained eye it would indeed look like a bush, but Frits knew by now how camouflage netting looked from the sky.
After the bomb raid no one had any bombs left, so it was no use flying over and knocking it.
They were about ten kilometers from the border, and too far east, this wasn't a combat zone at all, unless the enemy wanted to implement a sneak attack.
Frits decided to inform his General, and go check on it tonight.
***
Quintin stood in front of a training dummy, Ezbar designed it to test reflex. Through the whole week Quintin showed nothing but promise, and Ezbar was ecstatic.
"Ok now strike where you see the light boy, it will start slow, then pick up pace"
Quintin nodded and stood ready, the first light appeared on it's arm, Quintin struck it, the second on it's head.
As quick as he could Quintin struck the dummy, it's pace increased but he kept up, until he was rapidly hitting the dummy so fast he forgot to hold back and the last three flurry of strikes broke it to pieces.
"Shit!" Ezbar said coming over.
Nagazato, the Japanese man who taught Quintin to fight stood close by and laughed, he was an old karate instructor who agreed upon training Quintin, even though he disagreed to the way being taught, fighting only, he wanted Quintin to learn the principles of the style as well.
Ezbar told him in the other hand that time was limited, and Quintin will have sufficient control to learn fighting only.
"Sufficient control hey Ezbar-san?" Nagazato said.
"This is no laughing matter, this dummy was expensive" Ezbar moaned.
"Well you asked for it, you wanted a fighter, now you have one" Nagazato's Japanese accent made Ezbar lower his shoulders, as if the 'Sensei' has now taught him a lesson as well.
Nagazato bowed at Quintin "I hope you succeed in your task Quintin-san, Sayonara" The man said and left, leaving Quintin with the grumpy scientists.
"Sorry about that doc"
"It's ok, it's unavoidable, I must say the results are absolutely outstanding, you are already stronger than an average man your size, that's saying a lot, since you're as tall as you are" Ezbar said writing on his clipboard.
Quintin looked in the mirror, his muscle structure now the biggest it ever was, he was ripped and bulk, he chuckled inwardly, only a week ago a sewer rat, but now he could go toe to toe with Mike Tyson.
Naomi was digging every day she saw him, asking him to show whats under his shirt, but every time he denied her, he didn't know why though, maybe it was to tease her a little.
"It's going to take a wile to fix this" Ezbar said looking at Quintin "But good news is, we can't go on as we do now, you are at the peak of what the serum can do for you, any more would just be broken up into bodily fluids"
"Why is that good news?"
Ezbar chuckled "You're right, judging by how Naomi reacted earlier this week, I can't call it good news now can I?"
"You're talking about phase two?"
"Yes, but that won't happen just yet, I have scouts inside the military currently serving in Angola to listen out for anything concerning the hyenas, only if they hear anything, can we send you in, and as you are now"
Ezbar looked at his bulked out physique "I have no doubt you'll have success, you're the first supersoldier ever Quintin, you stand a better chance than anyone at this task"
Quintin smiled, he did indeed feel great. He's stronger, faster, more agile than he ever was before.
"I think you can go see Naomi for now, I'll call her to the room for you"
The best thing Ezbar told him the whole day, his relationship with Naomi was reaching deep at this stage, they even hugged each other upon greetings.
Quickly Quintin went to take a shower, then slid into his clothes. No one in the labs were as big as he was so Ezbar had to specially order extra large clothes for him.
He walked with increased pace, trying not to run and entered the meeting room where Naomi was already waiting.
"Took you long enough?" She said standing up.
"Glad to know there's someone willing to wait for me out there" He smiled and they embraced.
"So what's the news so far?" She asked.
Quintin didn't want to tell her how close they were to phase two, so he shrugged.
"Ezbar smiles more often so I guess it's going great, well, sort of, I just broke his high tech training dummy, so he's pissed about that"
"Broke it?"
"Yeah, used too much umf I guess" He said with a smile.
"Too much oomf hey?" She asked slowly approaching him, he backed up to the far wall, until she came right up to him.
"What?" He asked playing dumb.
"Open up to me a little would ya?"
"Open up? You know you're the first girlfriend I ever had"
"Oh so now I'm your girlfriend?" She said lightly taking the bottom of his shirt.
He took her hand stopping her.
"Not so fast" He said with a grin.
"I'm losing patients you know, don't make me force you"
"I'd like to see you try" He said taking her hands in his, pushing her away, but she pushed back, to her surprise he was still able to overpower her.
Quintin could feel her strength, if it wasn't for this slippery floor, she might have put up an even better struggle, but thanks to that, he was pushing her as she slid over it.
Quintin noticed a slight sign of agitation on her face, so he drew her back, with the force she was pushing with she came quickly, he swung her around and now had her pinned to the wall, holding her hands spread out next to her, body to body, her smile returned.
"Come on Quintin, make a move..." She seductively said.
"You're asking someone who never did this before you know that?"
She smiled drawing her hands from his "Then I'll show you" She hooked her arms around his neck and drew him down, with her thumb she drew his lips partially open and gave him a passionate kiss.
"Hows that feel?" She asked, Quintin could see the red flush on her cheeks, he felt himself go hot.
"That felt nice"
He went in and kissed her again, she climbed up and hooked her legs around his waist, he stood frozen kissing her only, but she giggled.
"This is where you keep me up" She said taking his hands and placing them on her buttocks, Quintin felt a spike in his chest when she did this, he wanted more, it was the best thing he has ever felt in his entire life.
Gaining confidence he closed his hands on her buttocks then moved them up her waist, it felt amazing, so this was what the warmth of a woman felt like, it was better than a warm bed any day.
They continued their passionate embrace for a few minutes when he realised this was going somewhere, he could feel his hands under her shirt, feeling her bare skin, her hands had his shirt up high already, exploring his muscular torso, Quintin wanted to see her in her whole, he wanted her naked.
"Wait" He muttered, but she didn't stop "Naomi wait, I just realised something"
She sighed after stopping "What?"
"I, I... I'm thinking bad things now" He said putting her down, but she frowned.
"What bad things?"
"Remember how you said those other guests wanted to get you naked as soon as possible? Well I thought the same thing just now"
Naomi giggled "It's different this time" She said taking her shirt off "I want to see you naked as well"
Quintin stood in awe seeing her bare upper body, only her black lingerie remained, his hormones told him to go ahead, but his will and respect held him back "You, there's, Ezbar is watching us" He made an excuse.
Naomi walked around and threw her shirt over the camera.
"There, no more spectators" She said and walked back to him, grabbing his pants and drew him to the table, she sat up on it and drew him even closer with her legs.
"Well go slowly, I'll show you everything you need to know" She whispered and kissed him again.
Quintin placed his hands on her waist, her soft smooth skin was like a dream, nothing felt this good, ever.
He pushed her down on the table, thinking if she's not going to stop, he won't either, he did what felt right, and he focused on being as gentle with her as possible.
Naomi kicked her shoes off, with her socked feet she hooked his pants and attempted to remove it, but a thought crossed Quintin's mind and he stopped her.
She moaned loudly "What now!?"
"I realised if Ezbar sees that camera closed he'll come looking"
"Oh the Hell with him! We'll do this quickly"
"No, if this happens now Naomi, I want no interruptions" He said and stood back from her, she sat up, blowing out the short lived ecstasy.
Quintin was also rather disappointed, he walked over and took her shirt off the camera then gave it to her, she took it and dressed.
"You know, I've never met anything quite like you" He said, his heart still pounding.
"By anything? You mean me being a werewolf?"
"No, being a force of nature, feeling you in my arms, it's baffling that something can feel as great as that"
She smiled blushing "Then why stop? Why not finish?"
"Because of that" He said pointing at the door, as if on cue Ezbar opened it.
"Don't cover the camera you two"
Naomi looked at Quintin then started laughing.