The pilot's hologram of his self-piloting jet flickered just slightly as the limousine pulled up beside it. Sensing Toxic's proximity, it had already started the engine. Their driver held open the door and after bidding him a quick bonjour, they boarded 'Toxic Airways' as the villain had so affectionately named it. Galaxy Girl took one long look at the boarding steps...
"I hate stairs..." She sighed in annoyance.
"Step back a bit." She asked and Toxic backed away. She began to rise off the ground, floating above and up the steps, defying gravity in the way only a few superheroes could.
"Lazy..." he shook his head, climbing the steps the normal way.
The second his foot hit the top step, Galaxy Girl shrieked slightly and jumped back, running into his chest. If it weren't for his tight grip on the rail, they both would have tumbled out of the plane.
Standing at the plane’s mini bar, was what looked like the Pilot of his craft; leaning against the cabin door, a glass of champagne in hand.
"Welcome aboard." His metallic voice announced.
"Toxic I thought you said the pilot was just a hologram!?!" She gasped, back still to his chest.
"He is." Toxic states calmly as he grabs her shoulders and moves her gently aside.
"Hello, Informal."
The tall and composed pilot quickly morphed into a petite Frenchmen.
"Bonjour Mon Ami." the short villain grinned madly. "Ma petite fleur."
Informal nods to Toxic's companion, calling her 'my little flower' in French.
"Him?" Galaxy scoffs in disbelief. "You actually called him?!"
"Well... Yeah!" He crossed his arms defensively.
"You said we couldn't pull it off on our own. That we wouldn't know what to do. So I called somebody who would." He half answered; half argued, expecting her to understand the rationale behind his action.
"I thought you were kidding? You really want to go through with this?" She stared at him with wide eyes.
"Anyone care to take me out of zee dark? Where are we going? What are we stealing?" cut in Informal. But she ignores him.
"If we get caught..." Her voice was weary and she appeared to be worried about him.
"It wouldn't just be me you're fighting anymore; the whole league could come after you for this..."
Informal's eyes lit up at the dread in her voice.
"Now this sounds interesting, tell me more..."
But neither of them listened, Informal was invisible to them during this conversation.
"I know, I know... I've thought about it. But I think the challenge outweighs the risk, and it sure will be fun!"
Toxic stated. She was well worth the risk to him.
"Why him?" She asked with worried eyes, neither of them possessing that innate desire to trust someone else.
"I've heard about him from Dauntless, he's good... well good at being bad, but why him?"
Toxic glanced over at Informal for the first time since he had started his conversation with her, and it looked like the Frenchman was also eager to get an answer to that question.
"For someone under mind control, she does talk a lot. No?" Stated the thief.
"Trust me, not even mind control could shut this one up. Total motormouth." Replied Toxic.
"Oh you're one to talk...." Galaxy girl contradicted but Toxic quickly cut her off.
"To answer your original question, he was the most logical choice." Toxic explains.
"He is the most skilled thief on the planet and he already knows you are alive, and... with me. I also know for a fact that hasn't told anyone."
"Logical." She answers. "But how do you know I can trust him. This is a dangerous gamble that I don't know if I can take. The stuff in there. The tech in there. The secrets... If any of that falls into a villain's hands..." She looked afraid.
"Ok, now you simply must tell me what this place is. The suspense will be the death of me..."
Informal shrieked in anticipation; his face wearing a playful look and his body seeming like he was holding himself back from bouncing around in sheer excitement.
His face looked brighter than Toxics unmasked radiation.
"I give you my word, I won't take anything other than what you need. I know I'm evil, but you know that to you Cherrie, my word is solid." Informal promised solemnly.
"You I trust." Galaxy stated, looking Toxic firmly in the eyes.
"It's the Pink Panther over there I'm worried about." She nodded toward Informal
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A/N:
Hey flowers!
Finally have a day just to write so I'm working on a new Crimson Ice Chapter.
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