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chapter three : drink outside the box
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VERONICA WAS REALLY BEGINNING TO REGRET not leaving the fucking thing in the back of the goons' truck for the police to find. If this really was the weapon that Mystifier was looking for, she would've loved to know what the fuck it did, because so far it had been absolutely nothing. The sun was starting to set and her patience was wearing thin, so if it didn't do something soon, she was going to chuck it in the ocean for Aquaman to deal with.
She and Adrian were in a small clearing in the middle of the woods that Adrian liked to call his "secret hideout." In reality, it was neither secret, nor a hideout, but an area of empty land so far out into the woods that no one could hear the explosions and gunshots when he trained or just came out to destroy things for fun. He regularly stopped by the junkyard to pick up all kinds of random shit like broken appliances and car parts to use as target practice because he claimed that regular targets were "boring as shit." Right now, however, they'd taken the cube there to try and figure out what kind of weapon it was, since Veronica didn't want it to suck her whole apartment building into a black hole or something like that. Clearly, using the box was easier said than done. They didn't even know for certain that this was the weapon he wanted. It could've just been a really weird looking decoration.
"Maybe you should hit it with your powers," Adrian suggested.
"Absolutely the fuck not," Veronica protested. "What if it explodes?"
"Well, I don't fucking know I'm just throwing out suggestions!" he said, throwing his hands up in defeat. "We're not going to find out shit if we just stare at it all night."
It was becoming clear that the indestructible little fuck wouldn't open by force. They had tried pressing every button and glowing symbol on the silver cube, shot at it, threw it in the lake and even threw a grenade at it but no matter what they did, it wouldn't open again like it had been when they found it in the truck. It was as if it had locked itself, but they hadn't found any kind of key or passcode to open it and it wasn't as if they were experts in, what looked like, alien technology from outer space. There was another piece to the cube that they were missing, but they just didn't know what. Regardless, Veronica gave in to Adrian's whining, if only to prove that what they were doing was pointless.
"Fine."
Veronica felt her skin tingle with the familiar power as she gathered what little electricity she could from around them. When they were so far away from the city, it took her longer than normal, but eventually she amassed enough to bring a bolt of lighting down on the cube with a loud crack!
The box stayed closed.
"Fuck," Adrian sighed in defeat. "Well, at least it didn't explode."
"Look, we should just turn this thing into the Justice League or something. Superman's an alien. I'm sure they can figure this bullshit out so we don't have to deal with it," she said, hopping on top of a broken washing machine.
