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Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Corvus Glaive

"Don't forget we've got unfinished business, stories yet to unfold, tales that must be retold. And I regret not knowing when to put an end to all this madness." -All Time Low: Running From Lions.

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In the half of a minute after stepping foot onto the Black Order's ship, even more men have come to surround us. Tony and I remain frozen in the same spot as more soldiers run to their place. The first row that encircles us has aimed directly at us an alien gun that does not look like it shoots bullets. Lucis determined that they fire a type of energy beam that shorts out anything electric.  He advised that it would be best not to find out whether Magnetar or Deep Space Suit could withstand the blow.

I think as fast as I can of a plan to escape. I see straight in front of me the flight control hub. It is well off of the ground and I can see no stairs leading up to it. There is glass window where the seven men inside can watch and monitor everything that goes on. They control all accessibility of what comes in and out of the hangar. That is where we need to be. The only thing standing in between us is a militia of heavily armed villains.

That poses a bit of a problem.

The leader of the squadron stakes a step forward and begins shouting at us. He speaks in a new alien tongue; we have no idea what he is saying. Tony and I discreetly exchange glances. I follow his lead and raise my hands in surrender. The man still continues shouting but now there are bits and pieces of English thrown in the mix. My head is swarming with calculations for my plan. It will either work wondrously or it is my suicide wish.

"Dad... How do you feel about canning the idea of the element of surprise?" I ask quietly.

"Well, whatever you're scheming now is new to me. Technically there is still some element of surprise," Tony clicks his tongue.

"Coulson?" I have to ask the director for permission to alter the plan.

"Fine, screw it, whatever gets the mission done," Director Coulson exasperates.

"Tony, drop in ten seconds," I order him as the leader starts yelling more.

"Step out of your suits! We will blow you to the heavens! Surrender now, you are in the custody of the Black Order," He shouts with a thick accent and points his unpractically large gun at me, "Disarm yourselves! You will cooperate with us and you will be taken to the mighty one."

"Okay, okay," I take one step forward, "Just give us about two more seconds..."

In the blink of an eye, Tony hits the ground and I raise my right hand far above my head and hunch my back over. I fire up what I like to call the shrap- as in shrapnel- bomb. Before any of the enemies can respond an explosion of piercing shards of metal fly out wildly with such ferocity at them. Dozens of metal splinters penetrate their bodies inflicting deadly wounds. They all drop from their feet to the ground; our threats have been eliminated just like that.

"What the hell was that?" Tony slowly stands up.

"Shrap bomb, it basically shoots out small pieces of scrap metal in a 360 direction. I got the idea from accidentally getting one of those imbedded in my hand while cutting metal for Reinforcer," I answer, "So I took all of the scrap pieces and stuck them in a bomb."

"Remind me to use that in future suits," Tony comments.

Director Coulson chastises Tony for stalling. He commands us to get moving to the hangar controls. "There's one more thing on the agenda first," I say as I turn back to the carrier we hijacked.