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You instantly thought about running. About slipping away, finding Richard and dragging him away from this shit-show, by force if necessary. But then you considered something. The Green Beret still had valuable information that you needed to answer some of your pressing questions. And she couldn’t do that if she got flattened by that giant Rhino guy.
Reluctantly, you crawled along the ceiling, dropped back down on the other side of the car and grabbed the bag before slipping out through the door that the Green Beret left from.
Surprisingly, it really wasn’t that hard to evade the notice of the Russian guy with the horn. Once you were out, you began running at full speed towards the woman, pumping your legs inhumanly fast to cross the distance between you in only a few seconds.
Both the Rhino and the Green Beret turned sharply to stare at you as you approached. Neither knew who’s side you were on. But when you tossed the blonde woman the bag that contained her suit, she looked back up and gave you an incredulous look.
<span class="mu-r">“Suit up!”</span> you shouted, narrowly avoiding a punch from the guy in the Rhino suit. You didn’t know who this guy was, but something told you that letting him get his hands on you would be a REALLY bad idea. He’d clearly made up his mind about you from that little exchange.
The Green Beret stared at you stupidly for another half second, before nodding vigorously and pulling her suit out of the bag. There were a lot of straps, belts and buckles involved in equipping the combat gear, so you decided to dance with the big guy for a little while. It’d give blondie much needed time to finish her preparations.
Absently, you noted that the yellow tinge of her eyes had dimmed somewhat.
<span class="mu-b">“Why. Won’t. You. Sit. Still!?”</span> the Rhino snarled, letting loose a series of devastating haymakers that you either ducked or leapt over entirely. He might have been the biggest guy you’ve ever seen, but he was slow as an ox!
<span class="mu-r">“Never been my strong suit.”</span> you shot back, backflipping over a particularly dangerous looking pointy horn on the top of his head. <span class="mu-r">“And speaking of strong suit’s, where’d you get yours from? I’d love to meet your designer. Do you think he or she makes clothes smaller than an XXXXXXXXL?”</span>
All you got in response was a deep growl as he lowered his head and charged you, his horn aimed squarely at your chest. He never made it that far.
A disk shaped projectile flew out from your left and slammed into the back of his knees, causing him to lose balance and trip. The big guy slid the rest of the way, and you dove out of the way before he could slam headfirst into a nearby train car.
Your eyes traced the shield’s trajectory as it flew through the air, returning to the hand of a fully armored Green Beret. She gave you a grateful nod.
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