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"Revolution?" Bruce frowned.
"I'll explain later," Thor whispered.
"Who is this guy again?" Brunnhilde querried.
"I'll explain later," Thor repeated.
"So I'm assuming we have a plan?" I folded my arms.
A long sigh. then, "I'll explain later."
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There was a tremendous crash as Brunnhilde blew the door off its hinges with the massive gun in her grip. I stared at her with widened eyes. "Aren't we trying to be covert?"
"We're trying to draw guards away from the garage, no?"
"Fair enough."
We both entered into the circular holding cell Thor had directed us to. And what I saw made me do a double take. Some kind of... Rock... Person... Thing? Next to a—God I couldn't even guess what that was. But, it wasn't like I hadn't seen aliens before. Brunnhilde herself was an alien. And, well, I supposed I was too.
"I'm looking for Korg," Brunnhilde demanded.
"Who's asking?" The rock-person-thing stood, approaching us. I stepped back cautiously. "Well," the rock—Korg, I gathered—stuttered, "I know you're asking. Just—Just is there anyone else asking, or just you?"
Brunnhilde and I exchanged looks, my brow quirked.
"The Lord of Thunder sends his best," Brunnhilde turned and smiled, before tossing the massive gun into Korg's hands.
There was the distintive chick-chick as Korg cocked the gun, looking up and passed us into nothing, a stoic expression on his face. "The revolution has begun."
Brunnhilde nodded, grabbing hold of my arm, and wrenching me after her. We caught up with Bruce, who was trying to be inconsicous as he kept watch further along. The three of us, Brunnhilde leading the way, made for the port, where we borded Brunnhilde's ship.
Given that Loki and Thor had done their part, we would meet them in the skies, and then be gone.
We shot out of the hangar, right through a massive holographic projection. I cast a glance over my shoulder, where the Grand Master's projection was rapidly becoming smaller in the distance. I couldn't make out what he was saying over the hum of the engine, but I assumed we were busted.
And, judging by the massive lineup of ships soon on our tail, I knew I was right.
"There they are," Brunnhilde said, as she shot down the ship on our right and banked to fill the now empty space.
"Good shot," Banner said.
"Thanks," Brunnhilde smiled softly, nodding her head in the direction of Thor and Loki's stolen ship.
There, my gaze locked on to the red and gold ship at the forefront of the chase.
Brunnhilde looked slowly to me, and then Bruce. "Get ready," she lifted her eyebrows, before turning on her earpiece. "Open the doors," she ordered.
In response, the red and gold ship ahead of us, now only by a few feet, popped open its doors, as the hatch of Brunnhilde's ship slid back. My stomach dropped. This was not going to be fun. Brunnhilde looked over at Banner, as she maneuvered the ship beneath our stolen one.
"I hope that you're tougher than you look," she said, doing nothing to calm my nerves.
"Why?" Banner asked, but before he could get his answer, Brunnhilde slammed her fist down on a button, and Bruce was rocked upwards, right through the red ship's open hatch. She looked to me next.
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