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XIV. Costly Victory

Chapter Fourteen
Josephine

I have no time to ask why the hell Uncle Sam is carrying Thor's axe, or process that I just traveled through space, or that I am now on an alien planet. None of that matters right now. All that matters is getting to Aunt Jade, Carol, and Kieran Harlow. The latter we find outside the Supreme Intelligence building, which we found through the GPS like thing imbedded in the ship, fighting off a large group of what looks like Kree guards. Carol and Aunt Jade are nowhere in sight.

"I'll go help Harlow, you find Jade." Uncle Sam orders, already picking up the axe and heading for the ramp to exit the ship. Instead of walking down said ramp, he flies, the axe cracking with lightning ready to strike. I fly as well, forming one of my forcefields and using it to soar towards the entrance of the building, above the heads of Uncle Sam, Harlow, and the guards. For a building that houses the leader of the Kree, its pretty small. I have no trouble at all finding where the two women are. They're at the end of a long hallway standing on a gold hexagon, a blue like substance attached to their clothes and skin. Maybe you have to tap into the building in order to talk to the Supreme Intelligence. They are AI after all.

Just as I'm about to drop my forcefield, I notice that steam is coming off of my aunt's skin, her breaths sounds like a crackling fire. Carol's body and hair are floating, her eyes glowing brighter than the sun. Aunt Jade's eyes are glowing, too, like a living fire is trapped in her pupils. I fly towards them and extend the forcefield to include them in it, then brace myself for what I think is about to happen.

As always I was right.

Carol and Aunt Jade unleash hell. The building within moments reduces to nothing. Red, white, and yellow dance around the air, burning and melting anything in it's path. Even from inside the forcefield I can feel the heat from this blast, which isn't very good, my forcefield must be fading. I pump more of my power inside of it, forcing it to stay sturdy, to keep intact long enough for us to make it out of this alive. Even after the hexagon has been destroyed, their bodies disconnected from the blue goo, they stay in some sort of trance, like their powers have consumed them. They will consume all of us for real if I don't move us out of the blast now. I let out a yell as I lift the forcefield and carry the three of us away from the fire, feeling my hands shake, feeling sweat coat my forehead as I concentrate. I can feel my powers draining, feel exhaustion weighing down on me, but I refuse to give into it. I am not dying today and neither are they.

I can see the exit, I can see the Kree guards running for dear life, Uncle Sam and Kieran amongst them. I push a little harder, my teeth gritting together as I exert even more power, needing it to create a forcefield around Uncle Sam and Kieran, not wanting to take any chances. As we finally escape the boundaries of the explosion and I fly us towards the ship, I dare to see what destruction those two caused. I find my jaw hanging open. With Carol and Aunt Jade's power combined...Hanuman help us all. I think they just created a near nuclear explosion. That building is gone as if it had never existed in the first place. Those Kree guards, both of our ships, and most buildings in a few mile radius are dust. I was right to create a forcefield around the other two, they'd be dead if I hadn't. We'd all be dead. I honestly can't believe my forcefields are strong enough to protect against a nuclear blast. If we survive this, I'm so going to use that as a bragging card to the other musketeers.

It really does make me wonder what the hell my mother did to me in order to allow me to create such powerful forcefields. She may have been a psycho, but she clearly wasn't stupid.

I fly the five of us far away from the blast radius, towards the other side of the city just to be safe. It's here that I find a garage of empty ships just asking to be taken. I decide to lower us down there, and the moment I drop the shields, I let out a groan of exhaustion. I need like a three day nap after this. I kinda wish I was old enough to drink, I feel like I could use one right now. The others do, too. Carol looks tired but pretty okay given what she just did, as does Uncle Sam. Kieran looks a little more exerted, probably from fighting so many guards at once, and Aunt Jade...worry fills me as I look at her. She's passed out, her body limp as it lies on the ground. She's alive though, and that's what matters.