At the same time that Powerhouse, the other heroes, and Commissioner Marvin's police team were pushing their way through Malcorchus's ranks, Duncan and Nightclaw patrolled the skies over the square, using the aircraft's weaponry to shoot down any spaceships that crossed their path while searching for the transport pylons.
"Unfortunately, Powerhouse and the others have the Control Pylon at the moment, which means we can't use it to track the others," Duncan pointed out. "I'll just keep us in the air and take down any hostiles; you let me know if you see anything cold, steely, metallic, or otherwise out of the ordinary."
"Got it. It feels good to have enhanced senses....." Nightclaw replied with a content sigh.
She took the co-pilot's seat next to Duncan---the one that The Crawler had previously used---and scanned the area for the transport pylons, eventually spotting one floating on the top of a building that was a few miles to their right. Although it appeared to be immensely small in Duncan's eyes---due to being so far off---Nightclaw had absolutely no problem detecting its presence. "There," she pointed out. "In Midtown South."
Duncan tilted the plane's yoke to the right. "Perfect! We're on our way!"
Enroute to the first transport pylon, the doctor thought he noticed a look of discomfort on the werewolf's face. "Umm.....hey.....what's going on? Something the matter?"
".....I really don't feel like I can hit the pylon cores, Duncan....." she admitted. "Maybe you should just put the plane on autopilot, grab one of the firearms, and shoot them yourself....."
"Nonsense! I have complete faith in you!" Duncan said sincerely. "Besides, it has to be you, anyway; I have to be ready to respond in case we're ambushed by one of Malcorchus's ships. If we're just simply hovering in place for too long, then we'd be sitting ducks." He then paused for a moment, thinking of something. "Actually.....you know what?"
"What?"
"We already know that Monica, Herman, and Mitchell aren't really with Malcorchus, right?"
"Yeah, so?"
"There's a strong chance that we won't even encounter any resistance.....at least for some of the transport pylons," Duncan explained. "They want to see the king's plan fail, right? So they'll probably just let us destroy the pylons completely uncontested."
"Oh yeah, you're right! I didn't even think of that!" Nightclaw noted. "Well.....hopefully that'll make my job a little easier, then!" Just then, as the plane closed in on the first pylon, something else entered the werewolf's field of view.
"Uhhh.....Duncan? There's someone near the pylon. Blonde hair, blue eyes, black power suit with orange highlights, rocket boots, welder's mask, and plasma beam gauntlets. Looks like he tried his hardest to make a superhero costume.....and failed miserably," she snarked.
"Oh yeah, that's Mitchell. And.....hey," Duncan responded, sounding a little offended. "I'm the one who designed it."
".....Oh. Well, it looks good on him, Duncan!" Nightclaw said hastily with nervous laughter, desperately trying to double back and save face.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, don't bother trying to cover it up. The Viper 'dies', Times Square gets invaded.....my week's already ruined, anyway. Having a werewolf insult my blueprints is the least of my concerns. Heads up.....we're approaching the pylon. Don't engage Mitchell just yet.....I'm hoping we can get him to stand down without a fight."
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The Paragons
Teen Fiction~PARAGON CINEMATIC UNIVERSE: PHASE 1, BOOK 6~ *This novel serves as the culmination of all five PCU novels that have come before it, and it is the 6th and final novel of Phase 1 of the PCU. You will get the most out of it if you've read all of them...
