Hey, I wasn't gonna have another chappy, but people liked it so I wrote another one !

Disclaimer: I don't need to say it again do I?

Why They Really Join the Underground

Chapter 2:

Scratch that, Make It the Freedom League

It was two weeks since the downfall of Metal Kor and the heros of Haven City were all busy rebuilding the town. Currently, three of them were located at the newly built Freedom League HQ, in the large garage in the back of the building, moving zoomer parts inside to be fixed. These three were the gun expert, Tess; the beautiful mechanic, Kiera; and the newly appointed commander, Torn.

"Thank Mar you're here Torn," said Tess, "Kiera and I are so weak, we'd never be able to get all these parts in here without you're help. You're sooo strong!"

The blonde bomb shell and her petite friend traded sly grins.

"Sure, it's no problem," the tall, dread locked man replied, wiping his sweaty forehead on the back of his hand. An unexpected heat wave had gripped the city that morning of January 26, and was making everyone's work unbearable. It had to be 80, maybe 90 degrees in the garage and Torn was soaked with sweat.

"Torn, it's so hot in here, you must be dying!" stated Kiera, her big green eyes lighting up with mischief, "Why don't you take off that heavy t-shirt? That outta cool you off a bit."

"That might not be such a bad idea," he replied, his already husky voice getting lower in the extreme heat. He grabbed the bottom of his long sleeved black tee and pulled it up over his head, revealing a perfectly sculpted chest, arms that seemed to be chiseled from marble, and the most well-defined, perfect 8-pack on the face of the planet. He was sweaty making his already golden toned skin glow, which in turn looked bitchin' against the black ink of his tatoos.

Torn threw the shirt to the side and continued to move the boxes inside, totally oblivious to the two girls drooling and panting over near the forgotten shirt. Finally, he was done.

"Anything else?" he questioned, his icy blue eyes looking confused by the girls flushed appearances.

"Nope, we're good," answered Kiera in a voice that suggested she'd just seen a god.

"Um, okay. See you guys, um, around then," he said as he left the garage, still highly confused.

Once he was out of ear shot, Kiera sat down on one of the crates and said, "Who knew the gods walked among us?"

Both girls started giggling and talking about the various aspects of the commander's physique. They couldn't decide their absolute favorite: the beautiful 8-pack that looked so good all sweaty, or his tight little bum, earning it's commander's salary and then some while he was lugging the crated around.

"Ashelin's crazy for letting him go! I mean Jak's hot, but Mar, that butt!" squealed Tess, who was drooling slightly at the thought of it.

"I have to agree with you on that one," Kiera said, nodding her head, "I could watch it work all day!"

I just love how Torn is so oblivious to these girl hitting on him! Should I continue, or not?