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[img]https://i.imgur.com/jvJ31KK.png?1[/img][hr][@BlueSky44][@Kirah][@Nallore][@Natsu][@Trainerblue192][hr][h3][color=84B4E2][b] May 17th, 2021[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][center][hr][h3][color=84B4E2][b] Somewhere: Some Time.[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr]	"Of course," Larson said. "You don't need to thank me - I'm just doing what anyone would do," she added. She hesitated for a moment, before deciding to unburden something she had been keeping secret, something that even Fury didn't know. "I have a son - he's not even a year old yet. I like to think that this planet, this amazing little blue rock, will still be around when he's older." [center][hr][h3][color=84B4E2][b]Serval Industries, Virginia - Quinjet: 9:40 P.M.[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr]	Breacher must have been insane, as he was nowhere near Folly and yet decided to have a conversation with her. It was probably from all of the head trauma he had suffered earlier. Bonnie couldn't help but surmise as much privately, thinking that it would be for the best if he left for Serval with some of the others now that they had arrived. She had strapped herself into a seat as they were about to land and Kwassi refused medical treatment. She gave a bit of a questioning look to Cass, curious about the other end of that phone conversation. 

	As they landed on the landing platform at Serval Industries, Hawkeye's warning apparently hadn't been listened to by everyone. Cass and Kwassi both stumbled and fell into the wall of the quinjet rather hard, which would definitely give them some bruises. Matt was a bit jostled but managed to maintain his balance. Folly had it the worst. She had been [i]very[/i] excited at the idea of a violent landing without safety measures and she fell in the worst popular manner. There were spare arrows for Hawkeye nearby and she accidentally ended up impaling herself with quite a few of them, the arrows going straight through her stomach. [color=a64dff]"Owwwww!"[/color] Folly screeched, although there was a tint of merriment to her scream. 

	[i][color=7851A9]"I did warn you all,"[/color][/i] Hawkeye's voice came over the intercom, as the ramp lowered so they could leave the quinjet. [i][color=7851A9]"Wheels up in twenty. Anyone who is leaving, get off now. That includes you, Princess Crazy."[/color][/i][center][hr][h3][color=84B4E2][b]In A Flying Yellow Spaceship - Above New York State: 9:40 P.M[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr]	Amelia couldn't help but roll her eyes slightly as Astrad told her to hail everyone on all frequencies and alert them to their presence. She had really been trying to give him the benefit of the doubt, but he was rubbing her the wrong way. She wouldn't have been surprised if he started mansplaining more things to her too, like how to fly. Amelia turned around slightly, swiveling her butt in the beanbag chair, and she [i]sneezed[/i].

	Now, for an ordinary person, a sneeze was nothing. But for someone with the inhuman power to manipulate air, it was no simple sneeze. A huge gust of wind came from Amelia's nostrils and mouth, flying directly at Astrad. The Swede wasn't at all prepared and he was blasted out of his beanbag, soaring to the back of the yellow spaceship and going [i]splat[/i] against the wall. [color=ec008c]"Ugh, I'm beginning to see why women shouldn't fly..."[/color] Astrad mumbled. 

	[color=FFB795]"Oops. My bad, cunt,"[/color] Amelia said innocently, before turning around in her beanbag chair. They were making really good time. No one had picked them up on radar and now with a destination in mind, they just needed to detour south to head to New Jersey. Amelia made an abrupt U-turn basically and they zipped along. With the speed they were going at, they'd be at the boardwalk in the next few minutes. 

	Raynor had actually been saddened to hear that Abercrombie had died. He hadn't particularly liked her, but she had been part of the team - part of his people. He couldn't help but think if he had been there and not some stupid skrull imposter, Abercrombie probably would still be alive. [color=d86615]"Sounds like whoever was on the phone was having one hell of a time,"[/color] he commented dryly, staring at Astrad in the back. The Swede was just sitting there, muttering something over and over again underneath his breath. Raynor couldn't quite hear it, but he already hated the guy and didn't need much of a reason to be suspicious. 

	Astrad stumbled to his feet, a strange hollow look in his eyes. His words were audible now, spoken in fluent German. [color=ec008c]"Gute Soldaten folgen Befehlen. Gute Soldaten folgen Befehlen. Gute Soldaten folgen Befehlen."[/color] There was a phone in his hand and Astrad dropped it to the ground unceremoniously, as if he didn't even know he had been using it a minute ago. 

	[color=d86615]"I've got a bad feeling about this,"[/color] Raynor frowned. 

	[color=FFB795]"Bloody hell, what's he saying, mate?"[/color] Amelia asked, unnerved. She did not speak German. She was pretty sure it was German that he was speaking - that or some similar language from Europe. 

	[color=d86615]"Good soldiers follow orders,"[/color] Raynor answered. He spoke the All-Tongue. He understood all languages through it and he could be understood by everyone because of it. Most S.H.I.E.L.D. agents didn't know he was Asgardian, instead assuming that he had just picked up a ton of languages easily over his career. Raynor pulled his dagger, Lyting, from its sheath at the same moment that Astrad sent explosive bombs of ice flying at them like shrapnel. Amelia blew as hard as she could, sending the bits of ice flying back at Astrad with the powerful gust of wind. 

	[color=ec008c]"Gute Soldaten folgen Befehlen,"[/color] Astrad repeated, even as bits of ice were embedded in his body. 

	Raynor threw his dagger at Astrad, and his aim was true - the dagger hit Astrad head, killing him instantly. 

	[color=FFB795]"What the fuck was that?!?!?!"[/color] Amelia exclaimed.