Tom smiled and whispered to John, "They aren't very good at this, are they?" John smiled and shook his head. He then nodded at the door knob with a qu...stioning look. Tom listened again for a minute to the sounds moving around the room, and then nodded his head.The door opened silently. One man noticed the newcomers, but he didn't have a chance to say anything before John's knife handle hit him in the side of the head. One more thud hitting the floor wasn't even noticed by the other three. It was almost like describing me except I'm only six feet tall and I sure as hell don't have looks that would put anyone in mind of Keanu Reeves. With my dishwater blond hair and what Dad calls "cow pie features," I am nobody's pretty boy. I do okay socially, but that's about all.As we approached each other he looked down and saw my X-men carrying case. It would be hard to miss, what with the Great Green Hulk bursting out of a blast of blazing light and coming right at you. I had painted it on. Ani slipped inside, closed the door behind her, and took the creaky lift to the fifteenth floor.When she got out of the lift, the receptionist behind the glossy desk greeted her with a warm smile. The floor owned by Cocoon certainly had better interior decoration and heating than the main entrance on the ground floor, which made her feel slightly less apprehensive."You must be Ani," the receptionist deduced."That's right, I was going to stay here overnight. I think." She was starting to feel. "What exactly is the point of these contests we've been having?" shefinally asks."What do you mean?" I ask wearily, feeling the full impact of her words.There I am, dressed up completely like a woman, dress, heels and makeup,my whole body hairless, my eyebrows plucked, my hair permanently curledand she, the instigator of the competition, is implying that the contestwas pointless?"You know what it was about," I mutter."Of course," she says, "But I want to make sure that you know." It was about.