The Enforcers

As the debris from the two mysterious figures began to dissipate, I recognized the two men emerging from under the dust. One was a bald black fellow and the other was muscular, possibly Native American. 

“You can get inside, the show’s over,” the bald one said with a British accent. 

One walked around Natalie while the other one knelt to check her pulse. The bald fellow started talking to me. 

Then I recalled these two people were the ones I saw in my vision. The bald one sliced the robots in half with his bare hands. The other man lifted an armored tank by himself. 

“You blokes know how to make an entrance, Ms. North. 

“Who are you?” I asked. “How do you know my name?” 

“My name’s Daryl Wailer and Mr. Muscles there is Richard Ardmore. We’re enforcers for the academy.” 

“What does that have to do with me and my friends?&rdq