A door opened down the hall, and Veer and Cutie finally emerged.
They were practically shining. The layers of dirt, soot, and dried blood had been completely scrubbed away, revealing flawless, tanned skin. The staff had managed to squeeze them into modern clothes—simple dark jeans and fitted t-shirts that stretched tight across their massive, heavily muscled chests.
Veer ran a hand through his freshly washed, damp dark hair, looking incredibly uncomfortable in the restrictive denim, while Cutie kept poking at the soft fabric of his t-shirt with absolute fascination.
Kaya finished adjusting her cuffs and looked up, her sharp eyes sweeping over the two terrifying warlords who had just been defeated by a showerhead.
"Alright," Kaya said, her voice dropping into a cool, professional tone. "You're clean. Now, it's time to get to work."
