Chapter Twenty-Three

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Chapter Twenty-Three: An Ax and Arrow

"Real life is so hard. We hide in the stars, that's where our heads are." - Foo Fighters: My Poor Brain

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 Sirens echo throughout the hallways just as they did last time. The purple lights mix with the white lights to illuminate my path. A map of the layout of the ship is displayed in the bottom right corner of my visuals screen. Leaving the control room, I begin moving east towards the cockpit of the ship. I have taken out their gunmen, ensuring that no one will try to fire at the Bus. I plug in the flash drive Skye gave me, allowing her to disable all security protocols, cameras, and radars. Hawkeye went downstairs. He is to sweep the lower deck and hope to find Tony and any other hostages. The DWARFS have scattered throughout the aircraft doing whatever Fitz is commanding them to do. My visual screen is linked to the Bus. Whatever I see Agent Coulson sees. Not to mention, I have complete communication to him so he can help direct me throughout this mission.

 The plan to rescue Tony is to make the Black Order hand him over. I will storm into the cockpit and force Black Dwarf to hand over my father. If they refuse to cooperate, which is expected, I will let them know that their ship will be forever grounded and they will die in the process, even though they won't necessarily perish. The DWARFS will find Tony. So, if the order still denies to give him over, Fitz should already know where they are keeping him. I'll make a run to grab Tony and get off of the ship before Agent Coulson orders to shoot the aircraft down. It would be impossible for me to defeat even one of the members of the Black Order myself. At last resort, it's best that I could snag Tony and get away.

 A few people stumble out into the hallway. Once they see me, the aliens raise their guns at me. They never have a chance to fire their weapons as I fire mine first. Following my map, I make a left turn. I know the Black Order won't see me coming; their useless security cameras give me that one advantage.

 I hear the beat of marching footsteps coming towards me. A humanly squad of the Ten Rings turns into the hallway. They immediately halt and ready their guns. I stand there inert, humoring them. Bullets ping against my suit, doing absolutely no damage to me. I remain motionless for a few minutes, allowing for the terrorist's to empty their magazines. Once their guns click empty, it's my turn. A row of guided projectiles slide up from my shoulders. Sixteen projectiles are aimed directly at the terrorists and don't fail to meet their target.

 I propel myself over the fallen squadron. I near the center of the aircraft. A large, circular lounge center marks the middle. A pair of purple skinned people run from another hallway into the recreation room. They come to a sliding stop when they see me. Their fatal mistake is that they stopped running.

 I turn away before their lifeless bodies collapse to the ground. I direct my attention back to getting to the front of the ship. I cross the room to where the hallway continues on the other side. I must have entered a more popular hallway. Many people swarm as they exit rooms.

 More people begin to fill into the hallway, confused and scared why their emergency alarm is going off. I don't hesitate to raise my hand and aim at them. They barely have time to scream before they crumple to the floor, shot by my muon beam. Agent Coulson shouts something at me, but I am unable to hear him while I neutralize the mass of enemies in just a few seconds. I advance down the hallway, stepping over dead extraterrestrial bodies.

 I turn another corner. I am met by a small team of armed foreigners charging at me. I hear footsteps pound behind me too. I turn around to see another force coming at me. The two squadrons trap me, blocking both ends of the passageway. They fire one round before realizing their plasmid bullets cause no damage to me. They rush towards me with various knives and sharp weapons. I smirk to myself as I deploy my laser blades.

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