Grace quickly snatched Tom's hand as soon as Cora had walked off, making sure to give an annoyed glance at the robot girl before clinging back onto Tom. "Yes, yes, very good idea," Grace said swiftly. "We're staying on the same jet, right? I mean, of course we are, that's a stupid question. You obviously don't need to ever use jets, right? So I guess I'll fly. I have some experience flying, you know, we had some jets similar to these in PHANTOM. Much cooler, obviously, and they had a much better weaponization, but I think in terms of mechanics they're roughly the same..." Grace said, mostly to herself but also to Tom, as she made her way over to the hangar.
Cora was already there, standing in the midst of the large room full of mini-jets. She folded her arms as she addressed the group. "Alright. Jets are pretty simple to use. Just flick the switch labelled ignition and pull out of the hangar. Sam-...the AI will do the rest," she said to the group, before her eyes fell to Rumi. She took his hand, somewhat warily, but giving a friendly smile nonetheless. She winced inside as he said 'repairs' and 'upgrade,' but it hardly showed. "Thanks for the offer," she said, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. "You look and sound qualified enough, maybe I'll stop by. Just make sure you don't screw anything up. I need everything to be working so I can live, you know," she said as flippantly as possible. "But thanks again! We'll have to wait until after this whole coup d'etat thing is over, though," she said with a smirk as she made her way over to a Minijet. "Why don't you come with me? Saves us a plane," the cyborg noted as she stepped into one of the minijets, revving the ignition. "Let's get ready to fly."
Grace made her way over to a Minijet as well, gently clambering into the pilot's chair. Every Mini-Jet was, well, mini, and there was really only room for two passengers in each one, and hardly that. "Are you comfortable back there?" Grace asked, looking over her shoulder as she examined the controls. She had a fairly decent idea of how to fly, considering PHANTOM often operated over water, and the control panel before her looked much simpler than an actual fighter jet. Grace flicked a red switch that was labelled as 'ignition,' and a loud roar soon filled the hangar, one that was joined by a chorus of revving engines as everybody else eventually figured out how to use the jets.
Grace felt up the controls of the jet when she suddenly heard the cyborg girl's voice in her ear again, having somehow hijacked the plane. "Check, one, two...alright, I think you all should be hearing this. Great. Alright, so, your jets should be coordinated towards our destination, meaning that the autopilot will be doing most of the work. There's a gas pedal on the floor, kind of like a car, so visualize that. Just make sure you don't hit a weather balloon or anything and you should be fine! Let's do this."
Grace nodded stiffly as her foot found the pedal (very strange of an airplane, but she supposed that it did have to be dumbed down a bit for people like Jamie) and, with a quick push, sent the plane skidding forwards before soaring out of the hangar, taking to the skies. The miniature airplanes zoomed after Cora, who was leading the pack, like geese in migration. Grace smirked as the plane soared across the skies of Castleburg. "This is great! Flying is just so incredible...I don't think you understand just how lucky you are just to be able to do it whenever you want," Grace gushed as she zoomed over skyscrapers. The jet twisted and turned expertly as Grace gently guided it to follow Cora. As she did so, Grace seemed more concerned about Tom's comfort. "Are you sure you have enough leg space back there? I can move in a little bit," the young woman said as she moved her piloting seat in a few clicks, giving Tom enough space to actually move his legs while practically pressing Grace against the steering wheel. These jets were obviously not designed with couples in mind.
The looming figure of Elmore Island and the massive building came into view, and Grace couldn't help but shiver. "It looks more...evil in person," she whispered as the planes slowly glided towards it. Her eyes fell towards the dashboard, which had a rearview camera displayed on one of the panes, and Grace noted that a dark plane was trailing behind the rest of the group. This plane was rather different from the Minijets- it was larger, darker, more menacing-looking. Grace narrowed her eyes at the camera. "Hey, that looks like Blake in there-"
The Minijet then shook violently as it was clipped by a missile from behind.
Alarm noises sounded within the cockpit as the Minijet began barreling downwards, shooting towards the building on Elmore Islands at high speeds. Grace was cursing a storm, pulling at levers, flicking switches, but it was no use. Blake had blown one of the wings of the Minijet clean off, and it was currently spewing smoke and flames as the vehicle crashed towards the building. A cursory glance out the window confirmed Grace's fears- the rest of the group was being picked off, one by one, like targets for a skeet shooter, and the entire cohort of planes began to spiral directly towards Elmore Island.
Grace was about to say something, anything, but she had no time as the plane smashed directly through a wall into the Hawthorn Correctional Facility.
If HERO had cheaped out on their Minijets, Tom, Grace, and the rest of the group that was midair would have been crushed into a bloody pulp and probably burnt to cinders. Thankfully, Hugo Powers' Minijets were some of the best that there were, equipped with some of the finest gear that there was, and one of these pieces of equipment that saved the entire gang was an emergency defense mechanism called a safety gel dispenser. Samantha had detected that all of the planes were in danger and had released a thick emerald goo from the nose of the plane that coated the entire capsule. And so, thanks to this life-saving feature, Grace opened her eyes to find that she was barely hurt.
Grace took deep breaths, quietly wondering how she was alive for a moment, before turning her head back to Tom. "Tommy, you're...good, you're OK," she said, relieved. "Holy shit, your best friend just tried to kill us," Grace said in bewilderment, before repeating the phrase with more anger in her voice. "Holy shit, your best friend just tried to kill us! What the fuck is going on here...this is such a mess..." Grace bewailed as she punched the blue button on the slightly-dented dashboard, causing the cockpit to slide open and covering Tom and Grace in thick green safety gel. This, strangely, seemed more traumatizing than almost dying in a plane crash. "EWW!" she shrieked, trying to brush the goop off her clothe. She was only partly successful, with globs of green goo dislodging from her clothes but a layer of gelatin still remaining on her clothing, and chunks of unsightly goop having become tangled into Grace's hair.
Grace seemed incredibly dismayed, but her mood changed when she was what Tom looked like. "Tommy, you're covered in..." Grace began, before beginning to laugh hysterically. "Oh my god, you look so silly," Grace cooeed, moving over to help remove a massive glob of goo from Tom's hair. "Here, here, let me help with that..." Grace said with a coy smile, prying a few chunks out of Tom's (now very messed up) hair. They were standing right in the middle of the room Tom had been shown by Seraph before, albeit there was now a massive hole in the wall thanks to the Minijet. There was one Wing of Law that was standing on guard, but it seems he had been blasted by the impact against the wall, and he was currently stuck to the wall and covered neck to feet in the safety gel. Grace didn't seem to mind the circumstances, though, or at least at this point. Once she was finished with her job, she smiled proudly. "Much better!" she said, looking over at the Wings of Law hero, who was groaning. "Should we do something about this guy? Also, I feel like I should've asked earlier, but what the fuck happened to Blake? Why is he trying to murder us?"
"Ah, fuck me..."
Cora and Rumi had landed much higher up, their plane having jutted into one of the towers and lodged into the wall, oozing green goop from the sides. Cora lifted a hand, pressing it against the top of the cockpit, and with a loud shrieking noise the metal dislodged itself and slid open precariously. Cora then turned a bit, pointing two fingers at the OMNI. "This might dent your robot," she said apologetically before using her magnet powers to roughly yank the OMNI out of the back of the cockpit and throw him into the room. Cora then stepped out of the plane carefully, clambering out and observing the room they had stumbled into. It seemed to be some type of interrogation room, with a simple table and two chairs sitting in the center of the room, a large metal door on the opposite side, and also a guard that was pointing his gun at Cora. Wait, a guard pointing his gun directly at Cora!
Even with the element of surprise, the scattered goon was way too slow for the S-tier heroine, and the man was yanked by his gun directly towards Cora, screaming. With a single fluent motion, Cora grabbed the man by the collar and slammed her head into his, dazing him, before casually throwing him towards the OMNI and discarding his gun. "Why don't you ask this fellow some questions, while I work on the door," Cora said, moving over towards the steel door that blocked the room, still dripping with goop as she made her way over.
Meanwhile, Jamie and co's plane barrelled much farther downwards, crashing through a fence and into the ground floor, smashing clean through the wall before spinning across the reception area like a Beyblade, spewing green goop everywhere as it twirled around. It stopped its spinning as the busted plane rammed into a thick metal wall, causing it to bounce off and slide into the middle of the room, still oozing safety gel and smoking like crazy.
As Jamie, Joseph, and Angela Terra stepped out of the plane, they would find about 10 armored guards, all aiming scary-looking guns at them and looking a combination of frazzled, pissed, and just plain scared. "Don't you even dare move!" one of the ballsier guards said, aiming his gun at Jamie and pretending that he wasn't quivering like mad. "You are under arrest! For, like, at least ten crimes! This whole thing has to be worth at least ten, right?"
Lastly, Starbright and Chad's plane veered upwards like crazy, the wind carrying it skywards and landing it almost perfectly in the center of the large helicopter pad on one of the towers, against all odds. It was still spewing tons of green goop everywhere and had smoke coming out of the engine, mind, but it was still an impressive, if totally lucky, landing for the celebrity and his pseudo-protege. Standing by the elevator was a very annoyed Sea Serpent, grumbling to herself. ”How the fuck did this happen...” she mumbled to herself, resting her forehead in her palm. ”How in the fuck do you get this to happen...”