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You barely hesitated before shaking your head in response.
<span class="mu-r">“Sorry, but Silvio’s been good to us. I’m not about to spit in his face after everything he’s done for us.”</span> you declared.
The maggia men around you roared in approval, shouting similar things at Max, who was just staring blankly. Even Saya was getting involved. When Silvermane started laughing, though, a frown finally set into Max’s expression.
<span class="mu-g">“It’s your funeral.”</span> Max replied with a shrug. <span class="mu-g">“If you’ve got loyalty and a dime, at the end of the day, all you’ve got is a dime. That never changes. All of you need to face the fact that Silvio’s getting long in the tooth, and his best years are behind him. And when he’s gone…the Maggia’s going down with him.”</span> he said, shaking his head.
Silvio grit his teeth in annoyance, but neither him nor his men made a single move to apprehend Max. They knew better than that.
Max took several steps back, looked up to the sky and slowly raised his hands. Crackling energy coursed through him, dancing along the fabric of his suit. He was becoming almost blindingly bright, making it incredibly difficult to keep your eyes trained on him.
<span class="mu-g">“See ya on the flipside.”</span> he said, before shooting up into the sky like a bullet. You gazed in awe at the supernatural sight of a lightning bolt traveling upwards, flowing up into the clouds and streaking off in one direction faster than any of you could pursue it.
All of you remained silent for a long while after that. What broke the silence was an unexpected visitor.
<span class="mu-b">“ALRIGHT, MOTHERFUCKERS! LET’S SEE THOSE HANDS!”</span> shouted a familiar synthesized voice from above.
All of you turned to see Deadhead, dual-wielding LMG’s and waving them around frantically. His eyes scanned the room, and he paused when he noticed something important.
<span class="mu-b">“What’d you losers do with the suit?”</span> he asked, before placing a finger on the side of his helmet and inclining his head slightly. <span class="mu-b">“What do you mean ‘gone’!?”</span> he shouted.
The maggia who had raised their weapons in response to this new intruder exchanged confused glances with one another. Deadhead slowly turned his back to them, craned his neck upwards and stared at the golden bolt savagely carving through the clouds.
<span class="mu-b">“You’ve gotta be kidding me…”</span> he groaned, letting his shoulders slump as he stalked away from the demolished bunker.
You, Cat and Prowler decided to chase after him…and froze in unison as soon as you climbed out of the hole. As far as the eye could see, mercs, metas and assassins were fighting one another, verbally and physically. A few had figured out what happened based on Deadhead’s actions and were committed to chasing after the streak of light, but some clearly either thought he was misleading them or was just being an idiot. You only thought one of those were true.
More than a few had noticed you by now, and they were starting to move, and aim, in your direction.
