Back at Drake's apartment, the team finished loading the bus with the new gear. However, the moment they stepped back, they discovered the bus had scanned the equipment and stored the schematics directly into its memory banks.

  ?"It’s not gone," LT explained, seeing the shock on Drake’s face. "The bus is scanning the equipment and integrating the specs into itself. It’s absorbing the technology."

  ?Drake let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He thought they had lost everything.

  ?Noko looked around the vehicle, eyes wide. "I wish I had this back when I was with my team. We would have drooled over tech like this."

  ?LT smiled. "This is just the tip of the iceberg."

  ?Inside the apartment, the mood was shifting. In Drake’s closet, Relena was rifling through his wardrobe. It seemed like every shirt he owned was full of holes or was some faded graphic tee. Panic started to rise in her chest. She knew exactly how her father and mother would look at him—with pure disdain.

  ?She heard the front door open and the sound of Drake and Noko asking LT questions. Relena came storming out of the bedroom, holding up a tattered shirt.

  ?"Is this all you have? Are you kidding me?" she yelled. "This is unexpected! If you cannot live up to my standards, then you’re no good for me!"

  ?"Relena Trinity Peacecraft!"

  ?Noko’s voice boomed through the room, raised to the volume of a drill instructor. The sound hit Relena like a physical wave, snapping her out of her spiral. She froze, blinking.

  ?"I’m so sorry, Drake," Relena stammered, deflating. "I didn't mean that. I’m sorry."

  ?"It’s fine, wifey," Drake said, smiling gently. "We both understand. Your brain is going through every gear possible right now, but it will be fine. And who cares what I wear? You left that family and found a new one, remember?"

  ?"Come on, we’re all messed up anyway," Noko said, wrapping her arms around Drake from behind and resting her chin on his shoulder. "Hell, me and Relena met because a gang tried to take over the Mech Bar and hurt our little husband."

  ?Relena smiled, the tension leaving her shoulders. "Okay, okay. You’re both right." She turned her attention to the android. "So, what are we going to do about him?" She pointed at LT.

  ?"That is a good question," the others agreed, staring at him.

  ?"Oh, me? That is easy." LT pushed a button on his wrist.

  ?Immediately, a gel-like substance started to ooze from his neck, rapidly covering his metallic frame. Electric charges ran through the goo, molding it into skin, clothes, and a face. Within seconds, there stood a towering man—eight feet tall, with long black hair, piercing green eyes, and a heavily muscular build. He was wearing a suit and tie, oddly paired with sandals.

  ?"I’m just the uncle from out of town," he laughed, his voice booming.

  ?"Okay... I want that gel," the trio said in unison.

  ?LT laughed at the thought. "Okay, so I’m Noko’s uncle. As far as what I’m going to wear, I have something. I just don't keep it in my closet. It’s at my workshop."

  ?"Okay, so we split up," Noko decided. "We head back to our place, and you and LT head to your workshop."

  ?"We have a plan," LT said. "But first, I’m going to give you each one of these."

  ?He handed them each a small block, no bigger than a twenty-sided die.

  ?"Hold still," he instructed. His eyes glowed, and suddenly the dice in their hands began to melt. The liquid seeped into their pores, absorbing instantly into their skin.

  ?"Okay, what did you just probe us with?" Relena asked, looking at her hand.

  ?"Did you just cum in our hands?" Noko joked, smirking.

  ?"No, you three! That is not what happened," LT sighed, shaking his head. "You are now able to communicate with each other via brainwaves. Try it."

  ?Five by five for me, Noko thought loudly.

  ?This is kinda cool, Drake thought back.

  ?Suddenly, a weird sound—like a chorus of many voices—began radiating from Relena. She grabbed her head, stumbling. Drake and Noko immediately grabbed her, holding her close.

  ?"Calm down, gorgeous," LT said softly. He wrapped his massive arms around all three of them. His arms began to warm up, feeling like a heavy, heated blanket. The sensory overload in Relena's mind began to settle down, the voices fading to a whisper.

  ?"Thank you, LT," she breathed.

  ?"Let’s get going," he said, letting them down.

  ?They all piled into the car. Drake drove, with LT in the passenger seat and the women in the back. They drove in silence until they reached an apartment complex called Casablanca Sunset. It was a stunning setup—seven buildings, each three floors high, surrounding a massive garden and pool area in the center.

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  ?Their apartment was in the back of the complex on the third floor. It was easy to spot; three flags flew from the balcony: the Coast Guard ensign, the Pride flag, and the Thin Blue Line flag.

  ?Drake pulled up to the curb. Both women got out.

  ?"Okay, be back here no later than five, got it?"

  ?Both guys nodded as they pulled away, heading for the shop. Relena and Noko climbed the stairs and entered the apartment. It opened into a spacious living room filled with plush pillows and blankets.

  ?As soon as the door clicked shut, Relena took Noko by the waist and pulled her in for a deep kiss. The heat between them engulfed the room. Hands moved over each other, pulling clothes off; shoes were kicked off and banged against the wall. Noko pulled Relena’s head back, kissing her neck deeply.

  ?They moved into the bathroom to shower. As they stepped into the water, the shadows on the wall danced with their passion. Moaning sounds filled the quiet apartment, steam filling the room as the two women lost themselves in each other.

  ?Meanwhile, in the car, Drake and LT drove in silence for a while. LT looked at Drake from the corner of his eye.

  ?"So, what are you thinking about, Drake?"

  ?"Where is Judas?" Drake asked bluntly.

  ?LT was shocked. "How do you know that name?"

  ?Drake smirked a little. "I have been reading my uncle's adventure books many times. He talks about how you and Judas got married. I know you guys are fully connected, right? So where is he?"

  ?LT looked down, his voice dropping. "I don't know. I can't feel him," he said, sadness heavy in his tone.

  ?They pulled up to his storage unit. When LT opened the door, the smell of oil and burned metal rushed out—a scent that brought an odd sense of peace to Drake. As they walked in, Drake stepped on a pressure pad, and lights flickered on all around them.

  ?The room was filled with machines, but in the middle sat a drum covered in soot and ash. A sign taped to it read: My name is Your Mom.

  ?LT laughed out loud at the sign, appreciating the ancient joke.

  ?Drake walked to the back and opened an old school locker. Inside, hanging in a pristine dress bag, was the suit. He pulled it out.

  ?It was a masterpiece. A dark blue dress suit with a crimson red vest and a serpent green pocket square. Stitching on the breast pocket displayed a coat of arms: a shield bearing a dragon, topped with a knight’s helmet and a dragon’s head. Beside it hung a crisp black shirt.

  ?"Okay, LT," Drake said, holding it up. "What do you think?"

  ?LT looked over the suit and let out a long, appreciative whistle. Let's get to the girls' place," Drake said.

  ?The two men walked out of the shop and locked up. Drake carefully placed the dress bag in the trunk before climbing into the driver's seat, while LT—still in his massive "Uncle" disguise—squeezed into the passenger side. They pulled away, heading toward the apartment complex to get ready.

  ?Back at the apartment, Noko was finishing up with her dress uniform. On the left side of her chest sat two neat rows of service ribbons. As she placed them just right, ensuring they were perfectly squared, memories flashed before her eyes.

  ?She stared at two specific black ribbons. They looked similar but were distinctly different. One was black with a single white line on each end—the Pistol Marksman ribbon. The other had two white lines in the center and two on the sides—her Unit Citation. Then there was her Team Ribbon, a mix of blue, red, and white.

  ?"Hey, you."

  ?Relena came up from behind, wrapping her arms around Noko’s waist. "You okay? You’ve been staring at the mirror for a while."

  ?"I’m fine," Noko said, shaking off the memories. She turned around to face Relena and gasped. "But look at you, girl."

  ?Noko grabbed Relena by the hand and spun her around. The white floor-length gown flared out beautifully as she twirled.

  ?"You look amazing," Noko breathed.

  ?A knock at the door interrupted the moment. Relena went to answer it, revealing Drake and LT.

  ?"Hey guys," Drake said, gesturing to the dress bag in his hand. "Got the suit right here."

  ?"Okay, you can get ready in the bedroom if you want," Noko offered.

  ?" actually, can I shower first?" Drake asked. "Smell like oil and ozone."

  ?"Sure."

  ?Drake went to the bathroom to shower, not realizing Relena was still in there tidying up the counter. He pushed the door open and froze. His jaw literally dropped. He knew Relena was gorgeous, but seeing her in the gown, flushed and happy, took her to a whole new level.

  ?Noko walked up beside him and gently pushed his chin up, closing his mouth. "Yep," she smirked. "That is ours."

  ?Relena caught their reflection in the mirror and laughed. "Stop undressing me with your eyes, you two. We can do that later."

  ?LT loomed up behind the group, looking over Drake's shoulder. "If I was not married to my husband, I would flirt with you myself, ma'am."

  ?Relena and Noko both looked at the android in shock.

  ?Drake just shrugged. "Oh, yeah. He’s gay. Happily married."

  ?Smack! Smack!

  ?Both Noko and Relena slapped Drake on the back of the head simultaneously.

  ?"Ow! Why did you not tell us?" Noko demanded.

  ?"You didn't ask!" Drake said, rubbing the back of his head.

  ?"Exactly," LT said calmly.

  ?"Go take a shower," Relena sighed, hooking a thumb toward the bathroom.

  ?As Drake disappeared into the steam, Noko turned her attention to the giant android. "So... you are gay and married?"

  ?"Babe!" Relena scolded. "You don't just ask that."

  ?LT laughed, a booming sound. "It’s fine. She is not the first to ask."

  ?"I mean, how does it work?" Noko pressed, genuinely curious.

  ?"Well, Miss Noko," Lazerlot began in a mock-condescending tone, "When a mommy and a daddy love each other very much..."

  ?"I know how that works, you asshole," Noko laughed. "I mean with your kind."

  ?Lazerlot looked at her, arching a brow. "What do you mean 'my kind'? Because I'm black?"

  ?"Okay, fuck face," Noko smiled back, realizing he was messing with her.

  ?Relena blinked, looking at his disguise. "I mean... technically he is really black underneath. With blue lights near his joints."

  ?"Touché," LT chuckled. He became serious for a moment. "It is not so much physical with us. It is more mental. We feel each other mentally rather than physically."

  ?"So, you're more on the scale of asexual then?" Noko asked.

  ?LT shook his head. "No, not in that sense. We literally connect with each other. Remember when I connected with your brain for a short time?"

  ?"Yes, I do," Noko shuddered slightly. "Don't want to remember that feeling."

  ?"Well, think of that, but all the time," LT explained. "Feeling each other's every desire, pleasure, depression, or madness. Every feeling, shared instantly."

  ?"That sounds like a good and a bad thing," Relena mused.

  ?Suddenly, the bathroom door opened.

  ?Drake stepped out.

  ?He stood five-foot-nine, weighing in at a solid 250 pounds of muscle. His red hair was slicked back, and his blue eyes shone bright. The dark blue suit made him look regal, high-class, and dangerous all at once. The collar of the crisp black shirt revealed just the edge of a tattoo on his neck. His tan skin—earned from hours at the forge—contrasted perfectly with the dark fabric.

  ?He tugged at his cuffs nervously. "Okay, ladies and gentlemen. What do you think? Because I feel completely out of my element."

  ?Both the ladies and the robot picked up their jaws off the floor.

  ?"That is our husband," the girls whispered in unison.

  ?Lazerlot let out a low whistle. "If I was human, I would definitely let you peg me all night."

  ?"Back off!" both girls shouted instinctively. "He is ours!"

  ?Drake smiled, a wicked glint in his eye. "That's enough."

  ?He walked past them, delivering a firm spank to each of their asses. Smack. Smack.

  ?"Let's have a good time."

  ?Both girls jumped, surprised. Drake never did that.

  ?They decided they liked it.