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𝐕𝐈𝐀 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄
"I feel ridiculous," I garbled through the filter, flopping my way to the edge of the doc. I saw one of the nearby civilians stare at the five of us dressed in scuba gear, and tried to hide behind Cole's body.
The master of earth's hand slipped into mine, "You get used to it."
"Here he is!" Jay announced in a whisper-yell, pointing to the canal below. Indeed, Kai was zooming through the river in his water vehicle, ready to pick us up for transport. Earlier, as we were planning our mission, the hothead and I fought over who would drive the sub. Obviously, he won, only because he was bad at swimming (I'd gotten better).
Nya, Zane, Jay, Cole, and I jumped into the canal simultaneously. I refuse to admit that I struggled swimming down to the sub, but I guess by saying that I just admitted it. I grasped hold of a groove, ready to get going. Cole was only a few feet away, and when I looked over, he'd already been smiling at me.
I'd noticed that ever since my... panic attack? I wasn't sure what to call it-- but ever since then (which was five hours ago), he'd been staying closer to me than usual. I'd peeked into his limbic system and discovered the familiar protective instincts at their highest level. I hadn't really expected any different kind of behavior-- he'd acted so calm and normal during the situation like he wasn't even fazed at all. Clearly, he was.
"Hold on," Kai instructed, and through the glass above the cockpit, I could see him clicking buttons. His voice came through my communications device since the noise didn't travel through the glass. "And for the record, I was telling that to the others, not myself." I shook my head in amusement. Earlier he'd been talking to himself through the comms, and the other five of us had opted to let him go insane rather than have a conversation with him.
Kai set the submarine in drive and sped under the waves. I gasped and held on tighter to the metal when I felt myself slipping. Apparently, holding onto something is much harder when you're 1) underwater and 2) traveling at 50mph. The submarine entered a drainage system that went through the palace walls.
We were in.
✴
"What in the world happened to her face," I whispered, the question hard to hear through my muffled laughing. Interestingly enough, I ignored the massive gusts of wind and the purple lasers, and the Sons of Garmadon-- and only noticed the changes in Harumi's character.
The black skin-tight battle suit made her flawless body look even better. She'd let her hair down-- as thin as thread and pin-straight, the white color contrasting horrifically with the red war paint covering the top half of her face. It's as if she put on a Ninja mask, dumped her head in permanent ink, and took the fabric off so she just had red skin around her eyes. It looked even more ridiculous than I looked in that scuba gear.
