When teams were being assigned, Sam had made it very clear where he wanted to be.

Rich had nearly died. Even now, he wasn't out of the woods (although Sam was very pointedly not thinking about that possibility). The Silver Surfer was responsible, and as Sam had once said himself: if you mess with one of us, you mess with all of us, even though...I am the last one.

He wasn't the last Nova here, and he didn't want to be again.

If Rich had gotten his ass kicked this badly, though, what chance did Sam have?

Not thinking about it not thinking about it not thinking about it. Just doing it.

He took a deep breath as they thresholded into the factory district.

Here goes nothing.