We've seen the many journeys of Neas, the Gladiator of Gallifrey, across the Infinite DC. But what about their father, Aznavorian the Tinkerer? What journeys have these men and women led in, around, and outside the lives of Neas? The incarnations of...
Geoff was beyond excited to be involved in this super-secret mission. He pretended to be his favorite movie hero, James Bond, and his dad to be like his sidekick – though he didn't recall Bond ever having one. The night would've been even cooler if he was allowed to peek inside Miya's awesome spaceship. He briefly pried himself away from his lookout position to get another glimpse at it, but he was met with the disconcerting sight of Miya lying face-down down on the floor outside of her ship.
"Daddy, lookit!" He alerted his father.
"Geoff, stay focused – we're supposed to..." Richard intended to turn for only a second to mind his son, but in following his gaze, he also saw the inert Miya. Sands was nowhere to be seen, which was only more unusual. Chambers and his son rushed to her aid, and as they had done so, Miya's ship made some bizarre sounds before it suddenly vanished from thin air.
"What the hell was that?!" They heard what had to be the night security guard.
"I dunno – let's check it out." The other guard on duty suggested.
Richard and Geoff heard their footsteps hastily coming their way. "Quick! Let's get out of sight!" The senior Chambers instructed the junior, gesturing to a nearby storage closet for them all to hide in. They worked together to carry Miya in with them.
Once inside, Richard shut the door, enclosing the three of them in the dark, cramped space. They heard the guards outside, searching through the area and hypothesizing where the loud noises came from. Richard's anxiety skyrocketed the entire time, silently praying that the guards wouldn't bother looking into the closet and seeing him, Geoff, and Miya in there.
Miya's body hugged up close to Richard's, her ample buttocks caressing his groin. He didn't intend for their positions to end up that way; it was just the restricted space. But the sensation from the caress once again triggered his stimulation. "Oh, no," he rasped. "Not again!"
In that moment, Miya regained consciousness.
As soon as she was able to get over the grogginess from being cataleptic for more than a few minutes, she was a little unsettled by the darkness around her. "Oh, God! I'm blind!" She exclaimed, prompting Richard to muffle her shouting by placing his hand over her mouth.
"Shh!" He shushed her. "It's O.K. You're not blind. You're just inside a closet."
"Mmmph mmfph muh moset!" She muffled underneath his hand.
Richard moved it away. "What did you say?"
"I said, why are we inside a closet?" Miya asked, receiving her answer not a second thereafter when she heard the guards moving around outside. "Ah, I see. Follow-up question: what is that poking my butt right now?"
Richard felt the beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "It's me," he confessed.
"You?!" Miya frowned with confusion. "What is it you're poking me with?! Don't tell me it's a gun!"
"No, no, of course not!" Richard denied.
"Well, what else could it...?" She stopped once she was struck with realization. "Ohhhhh."
"Yes," Richard verified in shame.
"Oh, Richard, you poor fella," Miya sympathized with an amused smirk. "I had no idea you felt that way about me."
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