Flint and the team had returned from the brothel to base, practically having to drag Shipwreck from the site. Where he was debriefing his new genie along with many of the other Joes. Which was started with, "Why did you send us to a brothel?"

The genie in camo, Ovyah, answered, "Because of the limits of my power."

General Hawk looking at the genie, with the lamp she came from being in the middle of the table, asked, "Limits? I thought you have unlimited power?"

"In a way. My power can grant any desire. As long as it is connected to desire, to lust, to pleasure. If connected to that, there is very little it can do. As the one who rub the lamp and incarnated me, I am bound to my master till they die. At which point I return or remake my lamp, to be incarnated again." explained the mystical woman, as she smiled at Flint. Lady Jaye was watching this with annoyance on her face.

Beachhead spoke up at that, "You would think Cobra would look for something more then a magic lamp which only grants porno wishes. I mean how bad could it have gotten if they got to her first?"

Ovyah answered, "Any one of them could have wished to be the God-Emperor of the World, as long as they added something like a harem or a sex cult to it. Or a doomsday weapon, as long as it killed using pleasure or sex. Or..."

Beachhead relented as he held up his hands, "Okay, okay, I get it. As long as sex is involved, the sky's the limit. Good thing Cobra didn't get the lamp... Or Shipwreck. But now that Flint has a sex genie... now what?"

The Djinn smiled and said, "I grant my Master's every desire."

Flint sighed and spoke up, "I think that all of us need some time to decompress on this. So let's..."