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seven ────────── jotunheim prison!
The knife was lodged into the hood of the military jeep—beeping a few times before it exploded into puffy orange flames and gas. Elina pulled a gun from her own holster and fired it at any soldier she saw—marching beside Nanaue and Cleo. The rain continued to pound down on the Suicide Squad as they advanced towards Jotunheim. Bloodsport shoved Thinker towards the keypad roughly, ordering him to put the code in. Elina stood in front of Dubois and turned around, lifting daggers out of her belt while holding a gun in the other hand. The mechanical sound of the door opening caused Elina to almost spin around, but—she opted to take out a few more soldiers before. It wasn't until a hand was pulling on her underarm holsters that she went—Nanaue had urged her inside.
Elina looked around the room frantically, taking a headcount of who all made it in. Which was all of them, thankfully. Dubois began to hand out the bombs to each of them. "You get a bomb, you get a bomb." He was muttering, pointing off to each place they should be put. Dubous handed one to Elina, who immediately molded the substance together and placed it on the wall, sticking the wires securely into it. "Come on." Cleo had beckoned, and Elina followed her towards Rick, who was beside Thinker. The three of them found the elevator, guns at the ready for any soldiers they might encounter. Stepping into the elevator, the five of them stood in awkward silence filled with crunching metallic sounds and the elevator went down. Elina gulps nervously, wiping her hands on her pants before gripping the gun tightly.
The elevator dinged and lurched to a stop. Rick raised his gun as the door opened, Elina doing the same. Cleo and Sebastian curiously looked forward, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. The room was large—part of the ground was laid down with caged floors, where people moved beneath it. There looked like there was room for medical equipment, where more people were, and lining the entrance to the more open part of the room was two caged rooms—packed full of people...with starfishes on their faces. So this is Project Starfish? It was horrifying to say the least—the way the people reached for the group. Thinker smiled knowingly.
"Oh my God." Elina mutters, stopping in front of one of the cages, swallowing hard. Sweat accumulated on her hands, a dagger slipping from her grip and clattering to the floor. Beneath her feet, one of the people attempted to grab for the knife, moaning painfully. Elina let out a jagged breath and raised the knife from the ground, gripping it tighter than before. "What the hell is this?" Rick barks at Thinker, pointing his gun at him.
"I thought you were looking for Project Starfish." Thinker says, walking to the enormous window in the room, looking out into...something Elina couldn't quite make sense of. "I call it Starro the Conquerer. That's meant to be derisive. Sorry, old chum. These three are here to kill you. It's out of my hands." Thinker says as a huge creature appears in front of the window, the sound of its slamming limbs shaking the room. A large starfish. Elina involuntarily stumbles backwards, mouth ajar as her eyes bore into the starfish's one eye. Sweat began to bead her hairline as Elina began blink frantically, trying to make sense of what she's looking at.
