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country, a Colonel hung up the phone and turned in her seat. She was part of the approximately seven and a half percent of the PLA army that had responsibility for long-term foreign investment. She picked up the phone and made another call, “I need the approval to send out a clean-up squad. There is a thorn we need to get rid of.”

CHAPTER THREE

    QBS Polarus in the Pacific Ocean heading towards China

    John Grimes walked into the shared area where he and his guys had their rooms. Darryl gave him a nod from the couch. Scott and Eric were getting set up to arm-wrestle. “Eric, why are you doing this to yourself?” John asked, “We both know Scott is going to eat your lunch.”

    Eric grunted as Darryl said, “Go,” and the effort was on. Eric’s biceps were massive, able to easily out dwarf most men’s. But he wasn’t budging Scott, who was steady, holding Eric’s other hand under the arch of their two arms clasped in a titanic struggle of strength.

    “You know,” Scott told Eric, smiling. “We can stop now, and you can walk away with your manhood intact.”

    “Huh,” Eric grunted, trying to get Scott to lose focus so he could drive his arm down in a sudden burst of effort.  

    He barely moved Scott’s hand a quarter to a half-inch.

    “I’ll take that as a ‘no,'” Scott grinned, “ready to give me twenty pushups?”  

    Eric ground out, “I’ll give you twenty pushups when you stop being such as weak-ass bitch.”

    Darryl warned him, “Don’t let Bethany Anne hear you say that lame-ass name.”

    All of the men turned towards the door when they heard Bethany Anne’s voice arrive right before she turned the corner into their room, “I did hear that lame-ass name, and after Eric gives Scott twenty, he can do another twenty-five while I stand on his back.”

    Eric’s eyes opened slightly before they darted back to his grip with Scott, who was still paying attention to Bethany Anne over his shoulder. Eric drove his shoulder into the challenge and caught Scott off-guard. Scott barely stopped the sudden drive half-way down to the table, his knuckles mere inches from touching the wood.

    “You…” Scott started speaking, through clenched teeth as he tried to offset Eric’s better leverage and damned impressive effort to drive his hand down. “Are … a ... bloated….” Scott’s arm started rising, an inch for every word he said, “Semen … packing … animal … fondling … fuckfaced … cockthistle … cockroach … ass … bandit!” With the final word, Scott slammed Eric’s hand down on the table, making sure he would feel that pain for a while.

    Eric pulled his hand back and started massaging his knuckles, “Shit, you pig, that fucking hurt.”

    “Not as bad as these heels on your back,” Bethany Anne mentioned. The two men looked around the side of the table.

    She had on three-inch heels.

    Scott looked over at Eric’s face, his jaw dropping in surprise. Scott grinned as he told Eric, “Damn dude, those are going to hurt.”

    Eric looked back up to Bethany Anne’s face, “Isn’t that going to be a bit much?” while pointing at the shoes.

    “No, a bit much might be me lifting something while I’m standing on your back to increase the weight.”

    Darryl spoke up from the couch, “I’ll volunteer, you can lift me!”  

    Eric flipped off Darryl, his hand carefully blocked from Bethany Anne’s view by the table.

    She turned towards Darryl and chuckled, “I said something, not someone.” She walked over to the couch and sat down. “Before you do your push-ups, Eric, I have a request of you guys.” The four men walked over. John sat next to Bethany Anne, Eric beside Darryl, while Scott took the chair. Akio was out at the moment.

    “The ladies have come up with a way to potentially help us in the PR department, make money for a charity, and apparently, have a good time. Well, at least the ladies will have a good time.”

    “Why do I sense a ‘but’