Homelander: New Legacy

[18] : Roger's Rescue and the Boys' Reckless Ride!

Far from the venue of A-Train's race, a small truck converted into a camper was speeding away on an elevated bridge. Inside the vehicle were members of the Boys: Butcher, Hughie, Frenchie, and Mother's Milk.

Frenchie was driving, Mother's Milk was in the passenger seat, Butcher was inspecting his firearms, and Hughie, who looked quite nervous, turned to Butcher and said, "We... we don't really need to run, do we? Homelander didn't seem to want any trouble with us..."

"Yes, he won't look for trouble. He'll come straight over and use his damn heat vision to cut off your head and shove it up your arse!" Butcher spat out, his language peppered with F-words.

Hughie disagreed, "I think you're too tense. Not all members of the Seven are bad, and you don't even know Homelander."

"Do you?" Butcher retorted, "Do you know Homelander? Kid, wake up. You don't know anyone. Just because you like Starlight, doesn't mean the Seven are good people. All supes... all of them... are a bunch of damn bastards! Including A-Train, who killed your girlfriend!"

Hughie was speechless. He had once been a fan of A-Train, his room filled with A-Train figurines and memorabilia.

But after A-Train turned his girlfriend into a splatter of gore right in front of him, Hughie could never forget holding her only intact remains—her arms.

Mother's Milk, sitting in the passenger seat, asked, "So, what do we do now? Homelander said he would find us. Our vehicle can't block his heat vision."

"Head to a crowded place, the busier, the better! Homelander won't kill us in front of a crowd of unarmed people," Butcher suggested.

Mother's Milk was incredulous, "That's your plan? Run to the city and wait to die?"

"What else? We have no evidence right now. Our only option is to stay alive in his hands first!" Butcher responded.

"Hey, guys!" Frenchie interjected, "I think things might not be that bad. Look, he saw me but didn't arrest me, right? Is there a chance he's also an enemy of Vought?"

"Frenchie, don't forget Lamplighter!" Butcher reminded him.

Just as they were about to argue, there was a sudden noise from the roof of the camper.

Bang, bang, bang.

Everyone fell silent, exchanging glances. Butcher and Mother's Milk each grabbed their guns, aiming at the roof, fingers on the triggers, ready to shoot.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the driver's side window, "Guys, honestly, your lack of trust really hurts my feelings. Didn't I just let one of your members go?"

"F**K!!!" Butcher and Mother's Milk cursed simultaneously upon seeing Roger's head pop down from above, instinctively wanting to fire.

Before they could, a startled Frenchie jerked the steering wheel. Mother's Milk, in the passenger seat, managed to hold on, but Butcher and Hughie, in the back, lost their balance and slammed into the walls of the camper.

From the outside, the camper looked like a raging bull, careening wildly down the road.

Roger hadn't anticipated such a reaction to his greeting. He was about to speak when he noticed a car coming straight at them!

Or rather, the camper, steered by Frenchie's sudden turn, was now in the wrong lane, heading for a collision.

"Damn it! You guys really know how to create trouble." Roger quickly flew off the camper and towards the oncoming car.

"F**K—! Frenchie!! Turn! Turn!!!" Mother's Milk shouted.

"I'm turning!" Frenchie yelled back, yanking the steering wheel to the other side.