Surprisingly enough I did get some knowledge from killing both Slipknot and Weasel. Slipknot had a special recipe in his head that made ropes as strong as steel and Weasel had knowledge related to his special serum and how to make costumes. This version didn't have the corrupted version he had in the suicide squad movie but it still had far more side effects than a normal super soldier serum.
Slipknot also had some French, Latin, and Spanish speaking ability which was neat. His knowledge was mainly focused on curse words and getting only the bare minimum meant I would sound like a toddler if I tried to speak any language. Still better than nothing at least. We loaded up into the jet that would take us to the mission and I deactivated my obfuscation charm as it drew far too much mana to keep active for long periods of time.
As I do so Harley Quinn loudly yells. "Oh no! He's hot!" I laugh hysterically as I sit down and let everyone get a good look at my face. We sit down and everyone talks for a few minutes before they all sit quietly for the eight-hour trip to the third-world country we were headed to. I chime up.
"So anyone wants to know how their future will end up? I can tell you right now as the bad guys most of you don't have happy endings." The look of confusion is quickly covered up by a want to know as they realize what I'm talking about. Captain Boomerang asks first. "Yea, what about me."
"You're a third-rate gimmick villain not really talked about much. You were in the movies but were killed off in the second one early on for shock value. I don't think you'll live very long and I'm honestly surprised you're still alive since the world did kill off a lot of the less interesting people."
He mutters under his breath. "Well fuck you too then." I look at the ones that die and say. "I'm going to rapid-fire the ones that die. Savant is killed by the bomb blowing up when he tries to run away. Windfall is killed trying to save the team. Slipknot dies trying to escape and Weasel is presumed dead but actually survives which is why I killed that child killer… Who else? Ahh Lizard doesn't die on missions because it's a DC thing, not Marvel but he dies a lot in the comics so probably why they put you in with them. Oh, and Rick Flag dies a lot as well."
I let out a little chuckle. "This mission seems easy but normal ass guns would put most of you down. The people I listed would have most likely died which leaves Deadshot, King Shark, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, and Vixen as the ones who'd live." I look at Deadshot first. "You don't really do much besides be a hired hitman and survive suicide squad missions. You do die in one when Black Mask shoots you but it was so reviled they retconned it… I guess if that's your jam then keep on keeping on."
Looking at King Shark next. "You'll probably live or if you die it'll be for the shock value that someone so strong died on the mission to prove no one is safe. You kill your brother after he kills your father. That might have happened already? Well, either way, you're normally stuck with these team-ups like Deadshot since neither of you is popular enough for your own comics."
Harley raises her hand and says. "Oh, oh me next me next!" I smile as I continue. "Harley, you end up breaking up with the Joker because you finally realize he doesn't care for you at all and end up living far into the future. There's a cameo of you as an old woman when your two granddaughters need to be bailed out of jail. You go straight Harley, you abandon the life of crime and sell out Joker's secrets for immunity."
The look of utter shock on Harley's face tells me I hit a little too close to home with that one. It's been weeks since she's been imprisoned and this isn't the first time she's had to free herself without the help of Joker. She's probably just now coming around to leaving him and to have someone call her on it might make her more defensive or solidify her plan.
The not so subtle fuck me eyes she keeps giving me leads me to believe she's already decided to abandon Joker. The few quips she's said also lean more towards the provocative nature than someone who had their blinders on for one person. Most had been bantering back and forth with me ignoring most of it. The jokes just weren't landing so I stopped paying attention to Captain Boomerang and Harley.
"Vixen becomes a famous model and animal rights activist but she dies alone. Her few love interests don't last and they pick other women besides her because she's hard to get along with. She's the strong type of woman who is often conflated with the bitchy type of woman… She also accused me of being a rapist when I wanted to help her and me beating her ass is probably the reason she was captured."
Her eyes went wide as she looked at me in surprise. "It was you the whole time! I thought I recognized you but you have both arms!" I give her a deadpan stare before going back to ignoring her. "That leaves Poison Ivy and I'm pretty sure that isn't even Poison Ivy but a clone she left behind and the real one isn't here."
I unbuckle myself from the jet seat and touch her to make sure. "Yep, fake ass clone right there. Full of sap and chlorophyll, a huge damn waste of my time coming here to protect her." I'm half tempted to just smash her to a pulp but the look of shock and terror lets me know that she had no idea she was a clone. Also, she has similar functions to a real human, maybe a bit more durable as she could regrow chopped-off body parts but still shockingly human-like.
I wasn't sure how she reproduced her brain functions and was banking on it being an actual copy of her brain matter put into plant form. Her organs could function like those of normal humans with the plant heart pumping sap through her vine-like veins. The moment of contact from touching her synthetic plant-based skin felt as natural as human skin. Everything about her functioned like a human would if humans were plant life instead of mammals.
I almost sigh as I decide to give trying to bed a plant clone a shot. Another thing I got from her is even though she wasn't human I could still tell what her kinks were through empathic touch.
The empathic touch power was an interesting addition to my powers list to say for sure. Just by touching a woman, I can know what she's into sexually and it led to some of the more crazy sex since I gained it. The first interaction was with Nat who didn't really have any kinks. It was on a scale and most was in the like category for her if she had any.
The biggest kink for her was lovey-dovey sex surprisingly. Eye contact and hand-holding while having sex got her going and the more connection she had with a person the more she got aroused by it. As the father to her future children that feeling of love had been growing steadily making her get more and more aroused by having sex with me.
Stephanie was a mixed bag. She didn't have a favorite either but with how inexperienced she was she had a lot of stuff she wanted to try during sex. One time it's blowjobs, the next it's toys, the next it's sex with Cass. She just wanted to try everything out before she found what she liked.
Cass was the only lover I had with a strong kink. She really, really liked being tied up with similar likes from being kink-shamed and having sex with Steph. She wasn't bisexual but she loved Stephanie enough that she enjoyed sex with her. So she was bisexual for one person, not sure what that's called.
Steph wasn't attracted to either of Cass's kinks so it led to some very awkward pillow talk the one time we tied her up together. I chuckle thinking about her voice quivering as she said. "I'll s-spank the bad girl who likes b-being tied up." That meant bondage play was a Cass-only thing and to keep it exciting I would surprise her with it.
That led to the kinks I could feel from Poison Ivy when I touched her. She was bisexual and attracted to intelligence and power over looks. She had the first hate and that was being tied up or forced to do things she didn't want and stupid people. Zero lust towards plants or anything but a fairly big kink towards pregnancy. Specifically the pregnancy of women around her.
Well, that's a bit odd. Normally there is something to let me know beforehand what their kinks will be but that one made no sense. She hates people but wants to see more of them being born. Did she have a growth kink? No, it's not related to inflation either, it had to be a real baby making them fat.
At least the other human ladies. I'd rather not knock her up and have a bunch of half-plant abominations running around. To be fair I think I could get them to be almost fully human with biomatter control but it would take constant effort. Perhaps later in the future. Rick Flag was practically shouting my name by the time I realized he was trying to talk to me.
"Phantom! God damn, listen god damn it! What do you mean she's a clone?" I calmly speak. "I mean exactly what I said. She's a plant clone with the memories of Poison Ivy. I thought what I said was pretty straightforward." I opened a portal and grabbed a case of beers from the local Starkmart. Portalling makes stealing much easier. "Anyone want a beer? Might be the last you'll ever drink."
The group breaks into a miniature party as I continue to supply us with food and drinks. I didn't drink anything but it was enough for my plan to come to fruition. I wanted Poison Ivy to try and ask me for more information and she was socially inept. Instead of trying to subtly lead me in conversation to draw out her questions she just tried to chemically drug me and lead me into the bathroom.
I just had to decide how I wanted to play this. Do I act like she has me under her effect, do I let her know right away that it didn't work or do I turn the tables on her? I think turning the tables on her sounds the most fun but it does take me to the borderline of the R-word. Maybe just make her a little horny and answer her questions vaguely and see what she does with that.
She makes contact with me instead of using her pheromones trying to spread a poison to make me more docile but after a brief few seconds where it possibly could have worked, I readjust them and give her a dose of oxytocin. The body naturally produces the chemical and it would give a much smaller level of attraction than using something like molly or flibanserin which would fall closer to the date r-word area than I'd like.
Making her wet is off the table but speeding up her heart ten bpm might be barely noticeable. Once again she pushes me into the bathroom before locking the door. It's a bathroom on a plane. There isn't much room for anything. We rub against each other before she asks. "What do you mean clone? I'm human. Just because my skin is green doesn't make me not human."
I leaned in and smelled her. She gave off a pleasant floral scent most likely produced by her body. My hand wrapped around her waist to help stabilize her as the plane hit some turbulence. I whisper into her ear. "That's exactly what I said. You aren't human, you're a clone made up by the real Pamela Isley as her way to try and make a difference in the world. Her idea is really dumb if I think about it though."
I move a bit away from her as I continue. "She has the ability to make copies of people and all she does is make a single clone of herself? I don't get it. Was it too expensive to make more? If she really wanted to make a difference wouldn't hundreds if not thousands of clones or even just a new race of tree-protecting people make more sense?"
I remembered something. "I didn't tell you what normally happens to you did I? I mean I told everyone else except for you so it only makes sense. The doctor version of you I think fucks off to France. She's not really talked about much if she does make appearances but the clone Ivy linked with the green normally ends up binding herself to the Amazon rainforest."
She looks at me with a smirking expression. Like what I said she had already thought about. "That version tries to grow the rainforest but it ends up being burned to the ground when she starts invading cities. I'm sorry Ivy but the only difference you make in the world is you make people hate nature and get the biggest forest in the world burnt to the ground."
I couldn't help but chuckle as she started to cry. The tearful look of hers turned to anger as she shouted. "Why are you laughing?" I couldn't help but be honest with her. "Because you don't even realize how lucky you are. You could have gone down the same path and ended up fucking up the planet instead of helping it but I can guide you to actually helping it."
I started to think about what she could do to make a difference and the first thing to come to mind was. "You need to become a social influencer." I thought about it even more. "You need to become a rich social influencer hero if you want to make a difference." She gave me a look like (what the fuck are you talking about) before I could explain we were greeted with a knock on the door. Harley whispered from the other side.
"Hey. You two fucking yet. Any chance I can get in on that?" Without consulting Poison Ivy I opened the door and grabbed her pulling her into the already cramped room. She responded in a flustered tone. "Wow! Okay, so we're doing this. I was just going to tease you two. If I had known beforehand I'd have taken off my panties. There isn't much room to move around here. Oh, who am I kidding, I can take my panties off without pulling them down."
She moved her panties down as far as she could rubbing against me before wiggling herself and jumping up and down a few times until they dropped down to her feet. I let this happen for two reasons. One, it happened so fast that I don't think I could have stopped it without hurting some feelings. Two, it was making Poison Ivy turned on. With a zip, she undid her mini skirt and it fell to the ground exposing her bottom half.
She rubbed against me and left a wet spot on my knee as she tried to undo my belt. Coming into contact with her repeatedly let me take a look at her kinks with empathic touch and it was surprisingly wholesome and fucked up at the same time. She had a bunch of little ones, being tied up, magicians, bisexual, danger, roleplay, exhibitionism, voyeurism, clowns, dominating, and being dominated. Her main kink however was turning the bad boy good and living as a happy family.
That shit ain't happening with Joker ever and that's what makes it sad. I definitely could play up the villain role a bit more but I was me forever. Striking a balance between good and bad made way more sense than being strictly one. She managed to pull my belt off and my suit pants fell around my ankles. With a smirk on my face, I asked. "Want to see a magic trick?"
A hand came down onto my underwear and I stored it into my inventory. A rock-hard erect dick sprang the difference between myself and Harley as it rubbed against her stomach. I could hear both girls take a breath at the sight before Harley got back to being Harley. "I'll show you one myself and make this dick disappear."
She backed up slightly before bouncing on her feet and impaling herself. "Gah! F-fuck that's big. Tada! It's gone." She makes some adjustments as she tries to get more comfortable but the tiny box could barely fit the three of us without one leaning against the wall trying to stay out of the way. I still had my hand around each of their waists holding us close together so Poison Ivy couldn't just sit back and watch. The room was small enough unless we all hugged the wall we were in each other's personal space.
I caught her trying to smell Harley stealthily and she noticed I noticed. I gave her a little wink to let her know I caught her but wouldn't say anything as I gave a few pumps into Harley. I had to be very measured with my thrusts from the sheer strength and durability difference between us. At this point, my dick was like being fucked by a steel rod and I could probably hang a ton off the end without it bending. There was a real chance I could accidentally fuck someone to death.
The upside to improving my core is that the difference between us made it so they got about four times the amount of chi per orgasm so the difference was made up rapidly compared to before. I started stripping the girls as I stored their clothing in my spacial storage. Hammering into Harley made another thing clear. Harley loved talking while fucking.
"God you're so big. It feels like I'm being split apart by your fat cock. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Break me and make me your sex slave. I'm dripping just thinking about it. Go on then, do it. Make me yours. Fuck me, silly big guy. Burn my brains out so all I can think about is your dick. Splooge a big one into me. Knock me up bitch. Get me pregnant."
It took me out of the moment if I was being honest. I pushed Poison Ivy towards her and asked. "Can you shut her up for a bit? It's hard to focus with her motormouth going." They kissed each other as I started to speed up a bit more. It was hard to tell how much she came but my legs were covered in juices practically sticking us together.
Without biomatter control I wouldn't be able to reach orgasm fucking normal women anymore, thankfully I had it. I could turn the sensitivity up so I essentially functioned like a normal human just a much harder-to-kill human. I leaned in and whispered so only Harley could hear me. "Were you serious about getting pregnant or was that just pillow talk?"
She pulled away from Ivy and screamed loud enough for the entire plane to hear. "Impregnate me you stupid asshole. You better pay child support or I'll bite your dick off." Thank god I activated a baffle spell when she started to loudly moan right as we started. I gave her a few more pumps before unloading into her. Her pregnancy wasn't even in question and I made sure she would have twins as well. I closed the distance and gave both a passionate kiss to seal the deal.
I looked at Poison Ivy and asked. "You next?"
Harley grabbed her and pulled her from the side to be between us with Poison Ivy facing away. Harley grabbed Poison Ivy's ass and spread it to give a better view to me before saying. "Come on hot shot. You're not a one-and-done kind of guy, are you? Look at that sweet cave that wants to be explored. I bet you want to explore it, you want to bury your di-." I cut her off with a kiss as I lined myself up and went in easily with a single slow thrust. A mostly muffled grunt was the only response I got from Poison Ivy.
The difference was fairly noticeable. Harley was about half a foot shorter than Ivy. One was loud and bubbly, the other quiet and stoic. Even their kinks synced up fairly well. I had no plans of getting her pregnant but I can certainly tease her. I stopped kissing Harley and whispered loud enough so both could hear.
"You got turned on from seeing me put a baby into Harley, didn't you? Does it excite you to know that? In just a few months her belly will start growing. Woah the way you clamped down when I said that I think I'm right." She gasped as she tried to deny it. "T-that's not true." The end of her sentence trailed off because she knew neither of us believed her.
The room was only filled with soft gasps, muffled grunts, and Harley loudly and sloppily kissing me. After she had mostly got back to her own thoughts I chimed in again. "I know Harley is pregnant for sure. It's one of my powers I can tell. Just imagine her belly getting bigger and bigger. I'll let you know another thing, it's twins, a little boy and girl."
She let out a whimpering moan as I could tell for the first time I definitely made her orgasm with those words. She probably did before that but that was the first obvious one between the two girls. Both weren't very vocal when it came to sex but that could change if we kept it up for as long as I normally go. I knew that wouldn't be possible since we were on a crowded jet heading to a suicide mission.
For the first time since we began, Harley shyly asked. "Are you telling the truth? You can tell and know I'm pregnant already?" For another brief few seconds only the sounds of our bodies slapping against each other could be heard before I answered her. "I have complete control over my body and when you permitted me to impregnate you it was enough to let me make sure you would end up pregnant."
Her hands left Poison Ivy's ass and went to her belly. She spoke at an almost inaudible level. "I'm gonna be a mommy. Wow." So that meant no Lucy Quinn in this universe. At least if there is then Harley is a much better actor than I gave her credit for. I speed up and Poison Ivy notices so she speaks up for the first time in a while. "N-not inside."
Harley manages to fall to her knees and put her head between Ivy's legs. She grabs my dick and puts her lips around the head before grabbing my ass and pushing me into her open mouth sucking my orgasm down her throat. The tentative gulps turned into enthusiastic slurps as she moaned in delight before popping off and bursting out laughing.
"It tasted like a banana cream pie. God you're going to make the Joker so jealous." It kind of took me out of the moment that even with my cock in her mouth she was thinking about her old boyfriend. I'm going to have to spend a few nights making sure she completely forgets about that loser. With how fanatic the Joker fanbase is you kind of forget that like ninety percent of his comics are boring duds.
For every Jason Todd moment, we get fifty comics where he does nothing. He gets his face cut off and we get one good comic out of it. Even in movies, he's hit or miss. The biggest problem I had with him was that as easy as he would be to kill, I knew for sure his plot armor was as strong as Batman's.
No, the best thing about the Joker is Harley Quinn. At least I think that as I have her by her pigtails sucking my dick clean. I speak up. "Alright then. Let's check your chi and see… What the fuck!?" Both of the areas where the chi should be are what I can only assume are whirlpools of otherworldly energy. What the actual fuck.
Are both mutants? I really should have checked what a mutant's chi area looks like before this point. No, that definitely would have come up before now in the comics… Is it green? It's probably the green for Poison Ivy but what the fuck does that make Harley's? I'll have to readjust my thought process on how that works later but the main takeaway is did they get stronger. I tentatively ask.
"Umm. Do either of you feel different? I can kind of fuck people stronger but both of you are different and that would be what I made better." Harley answered. "Yeah, I think I'm feeling something." She grabbed at her stomach her hands hidden behind Poison Ivy who was still sandwiched between us. "Look!" She pulled her hands out and showed me two middle fingers before blowing a raspberry.
"Fuck off with that lame lie." I almost laughed in her face. "Didn't Batgirl suddenly become superhuman and start using magic? She suddenly becomes more powerful a month after the 100 show up. Where do you think she got those powers from genius?"
She gave me a blank stare for a few seconds before she burst out screaming mad. "It was you! You're the reason I got caught!" She poked me in the chest as she talked. I can't hold it back as I do begin to laugh in her face. "Hahahaha! Yep and now you have my kids in your belly! Life is strange like that sometimes."
We get dressed and I cast a cleanse spell before we head back to our seats. Besides a few sidelong glances from a few of the more aware members that we had all come back together, no one mentioned anything. We got a callout that we were fifteen minutes from the drop zone before I remembered. "Oh!"
I open a portal and grab out a bunch of cloaks and bullet stoppers. "The cloaks let you fly for about ten seconds if you say I'm Mary Poppins y'all, can keep you cool and have a camouflage function if you whisper red light. They don't work very well while moving and to deactivate the camouflage you have to say green light. The wooden necklaces can stop a few bullets before they break so don't let someone just unload on you thinking you'll be safe but it will keep you from getting shot in the ass. Any questions?"
Rick Flag chimed in. "Yea. Why didn't you just teleport us to the location?" I looked at him with a deadpan stare before saying. "Because this is your mission, not mine. Also, I couldn't get closer to the girls I wanted to fuck if we finish the mission too quickly. Any more questions?"
As we got about five minutes from the landing zone we were beeping to alert us we were being fired on. The small private jet most likely didn't have anti-missile flares and that is confirmed by the sudden jolt as the rocket rips the back of the plane apart. The decompression rips some of us out as I shout the code phrase again. "Shout I'm Mary Poppins y'all before you splat!"
I teleport around the plane ripping people's seatbelts off of them before flinging them towards the exit. Just as I get everyone out I remember that there is obviously a pilot and rush to the cockpit. After fumbling to get him out of the seat I just rip the entire seat from the ground and teleport out just before we hit the water.
I blink back and forth grabbing people as they float down towards the water or are in the water already and place them on the beach. We're immediately shot at and people begin to soak up bullets like their lives depended on it. I managed to get a magical shield up but it was sucking too much mana.
A tank shell lands beside us and I have to use one of my contingencies or risk someone else dying on this mission. I open up a portal to one of the side rooms of my mansion and let one of my big guns walkthrough. He takes a look around to get his bearings before I let him loose. "Solomon. Can you go break those big green things over there? Try not to kill the people inside, they're probably kids."
He starts running and shouts before jumping in the air. "Solomon like playing with army men!" He lands right in front of a tank and takes a shot directly but it barely pushes him back. The amount of fire we receive dramatically falls as they aim at the giant gray zombie that just ripped the top part of the tank off before smashing it down onto another one.
I teleport over and start grabbing people. The ones that look like adults I snap their necks and the kids I strip their guns off them. After doing so with about a hundred of them I headed back and handed out the military clothing they were wearing and several walkie-talkies as they spoke mostly Luganda and some Swahili.
I started giving misinformation to the enemies telling them we were being attacked on some of the walkie-talkies while saying we were fine on the others. Saying the forces were hundreds strong while saying it was a handful of people on another. I could speak those languages because I snapped enough necks to absorb an almost college-level understanding of them.
After spreading the misinformation the one thing I made sure of was that the big gray monster was real and we needed help dealing with him. I doubted anyone on this side of the continent could hurt Solomon let alone kill him so I was just going to let him have his fun fighting the army while we snuck past. After going through his memories I knew he had a soft spot for kids so would try his best to not kill any out of the bunch.
I make sure we swap clothes to blend in better before looking at the shell-shocked members of the suicide squad again. Boomerang and Savant pissed themselves out of fear. Doctor Curt Conners begins to vomit at the carnage that just happened. I ask them. "You guys good? It looks like this might be your first warzone. Don't worry the shell shock from the sudden almost deaths over and over again will wear off even-."
I get a shield up just in time to stop the reinforcements who caught us changing clothes from riddling them with bullets. Me and King Shark would have been fine, maybe Doctor Connors as well but everyone else would have been dead by now except… How the hell has Harley not been hit yet?
As I look at all of them closer as I fire the stolen guns killing the reinforcements I notice all of them have cracks on their bullet stoppers except for Harley. I questioned. "How the hell haven't you been hit yet Harley? Everyone else has been shot enough to die three times except for you."
Finally, the group stops acting like a bunch of chickens with their heads cut off. They start to actually do something as Deadshot, Harley, and King Shark start firing on the enemies. "I've just always been this sort of lucky ever since Mr. J and I got together. You think that has something to do with it?" One of the men tried to throw a grenade but I telekinetically kept dropping it at his feet as he more and more frantically tried to throw it away until it blew up.
"Yeah, that probably has something to do with it. I think you somehow got access to a force but I don't know what type of force it is. Poison Ivy is the Green which you could say is the nature force. You… You have access to the chaos force! Oh my god, it makes so much sense! You literally warp reality so you're less likely to get hurt, how the fuck did you not notice that?"
I threw a fireball grenade I had the magic department make and burned another group as they ran towards us making them break and flee from us. Harley screams at me. "How the fuck was I supposed to know that!?" Instead of reloading she just threw the gun, managing to hit someone and causing him to flinch before picking up another and killing him.
Deadshot picks off the stragglers just before they clear the hill and we finish dressing in the army fatigues before heading deeper into the country. The disguises are flimsy at best, anyone who looked at our group for a second would know we weren't actually part of the dictator's army. From a distance, it would be hard to tell and the one second of them not shooting would be enough for me to get shields up.
I whisper yell at her as we run. "Oh, I don't know Harley! Maybe when you fell from a five-story building and hit a clothesline slowing your fall before landing in a garbage dumpster full of cardboard? This isn't a Looney Tunes skit. Who the fuck hangs clothes out to dry in New York? How many other times would a normal person die but you somehow lived completely unscathed?"
She counts on her fingers comically as we run before saying. "Over a hundred I'd guess. Wow, that's crazy! How have I never noticed I have luck-based superpowers." I humm in disagreement. "If you want to get technical it's more like you have access to reality warping magic and use it unconsciously to protect yourself. I wonder if the chemicals you and the Joker were dunked in had anything to do with your access to the chaos force."
She asks, starting to struggle to breathe as she runs and talks. "What's the difference?" I think about it before I give her an answer. "There's a hero with a luck-based power and she'll never be able to fly or be more than a normal human. There's a villain with access to magic and a similar power but she's still fairly human and needs to learn new magic to use it. It's a lot of effort to do anything outside of probability manipulation."
I use telekinesis and gravity manipulation to take about forty pounds off everyone so they'll be able to run for a longer period as I continue. "You have access to chaos magic through the chaos force. Right now you're unconsciously using it to stop yourself from dying but you should be able to alter reality around you to some degree. Make yourself weigh less, maybe fly eventually. Make an attack go right through you as you make yourself or the object intangible."
Two explosions sound out behind us as two human-shaped objects emerged from the debris cloud. Two identical looking-.