Mr. T: II

Tucker’s eyes went wide as he shakily lifted his head. No one called him Tucker anymore. Since he left with the Black Team, everyone knew him as Mr. T; the deadly Thrasher who was capable of completing even the most difficult missions. Not even Black Hand called him by his name. The only one who did was Orange Ivy. His eyes pierced the eye of the tall young man before him, wanting to confirm that he was really the one he sought.

What greeted him was a face that was well chiseled, without any fat. Those blue eyes were reminiscent of a time that was short but meaningful. And though that face was before him was more mature, Tucker was able to merge it with the younger face in his memories.

“Master Mane,” Tucker shakily fell to his knees with his hands clenched by his side. Tears he didn’t know he still had slid out from the corner of his eyes and wet his face. Soon, the dangerous fighter known as Mr. T was weeping like a mourning mother.

Black Hand was stunned by the name he hadn’t hea