Some of these Legionnaires are highly trained, able to cooperate with one another without sharing a word. So's America. Unfortunately, the Justice Department and whoever she'd been teamed with did their lessons differently and she'd been separated from her group as a result.
Wonderful. Should've stuck with the original plan instead of allowing the AI to take over for me.
She'd memorized the layout of this place from the blueprints. If she went through some of the currently shut-down studios, she'd eventually make it to the soundstage where the Legionnaires were being held. She'd gone through a few of these already. Met light resistance. Left a few unconscious, but one of the thugs had been resistant to the stun shots. She'd introduced him to her daystick. He required more than one introduction.
Now she was in some kind of... cartoon fantasy house. Awkward furniture, grotesque paintings, bright cheery colors that stood out even in the dark. Still, she was fine until the motion detector in her Lawgiver gave an audible 'beep' and the lights suddenly snapped on. Across the room from her, and closing fast, was a large, purple-and-yellow fuzzy... thing with his arms outstretched. In a goofy, cartoonish voice, it sang out "Birthday, Birthday, it's your Birth-"
No heat signature? Robot? Animatronic? "Hi-Ex."
The explosion was probably loud enough to catch attention from three sets over. Not the best for stealth, but neither was getting hugged to death by an animatronic. Silence fell until a hushed voice over the speakers took over.
"Y-you killed Uncle Ploomba! But can you take care of the cuddlesome Care Cousins?" Her motion detector started beeping again, loudly, as muppet-like creatures started to come out of the woodwork. "Care Cousins! CRUSH!"
America was nonplussed. Too close for more hi-ex. Most others wouldn't be great for a swarm of cute animatronics. And she's outnumbered twenty to one, easily.
...Now might be time to lend a hand. No one deserved to be cuddled to death.
TEAM AMERICA (and friends)
Wonderful. Should've stuck with the original plan instead of allowing the AI to take over for me.
She'd memorized the layout of this place from the blueprints. If she went through some of the currently shut-down studios, she'd eventually make it to the soundstage where the Legionnaires were being held. She'd gone through a few of these already. Met light resistance. Left a few unconscious, but one of the thugs had been resistant to the stun shots. She'd introduced him to her daystick. He required more than one introduction.
Now she was in some kind of... cartoon fantasy house. Awkward furniture, grotesque paintings, bright cheery colors that stood out even in the dark. Still, she was fine until the motion detector in her Lawgiver gave an audible 'beep' and the lights suddenly snapped on. Across the room from her, and closing fast, was a large, purple-and-yellow fuzzy... thing with his arms outstretched. In a goofy, cartoonish voice, it sang out "Birthday, Birthday, it's your Birth-"
No heat signature? Robot? Animatronic? "Hi-Ex."
The explosion was probably loud enough to catch attention from three sets over. Not the best for stealth, but neither was getting hugged to death by an animatronic. Silence fell until a hushed voice over the speakers took over.
"Y-you killed Uncle Ploomba! But can you take care of the cuddlesome Care Cousins?" Her motion detector started beeping again, loudly, as muppet-like creatures started to come out of the woodwork. "Care Cousins! CRUSH!"
America was nonplussed. Too close for more hi-ex. Most others wouldn't be great for a swarm of cute animatronics. And she's outnumbered twenty to one, easily.
...Now might be time to lend a hand. No one deserved to be cuddled to death.