(Cont'd from the Seattle thread.)
"Fair enough," Carbon replied, as the ship began to move. Fortunately, it wasn't very far, so it was a quick flight. Still, by the time they were there, Carbon's modifications had been finished, and the pilot's chair righted itself, as so he could stand. "I don't want to intrude, soI'll wait here. Don't take too long, we only have twenty minutes."
As he spoke, the back of the plane opened into a ramp, from which Phantasm could exit the plane. They hovered, cloaked, above the address Carbon had been given.
While the mercenary was retrieving his gear, Carbon did several things. Well, physically speaking, he didn't do anything, merely standing alone on the ramp, his shimmering cape blowing in the wind. But within the simulated realities of his mind, he was doing any number of things at any given time. One such was devoted to compiling information on this mysterious man, who claimed not to be a hero, but with so little details, it was hard to narrow it down, even for Carbon.
In another, he was simulating possible outcomes of the fight. There were a number of variables, the mystery metahuman who'd be accompanying the shipment, and the Phantasm himself, but Carbon was reasonably certain the city wouldn't e crumbling tonight.
When Rudolph returned, Carbon would close the ship up and set course for the Bleake International Building.
"I hope you're ready. I know I am."
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"Fair enough," Carbon replied, as the ship began to move. Fortunately, it wasn't very far, so it was a quick flight. Still, by the time they were there, Carbon's modifications had been finished, and the pilot's chair righted itself, as so he could stand. "I don't want to intrude, soI'll wait here. Don't take too long, we only have twenty minutes."
As he spoke, the back of the plane opened into a ramp, from which Phantasm could exit the plane. They hovered, cloaked, above the address Carbon had been given.
While the mercenary was retrieving his gear, Carbon did several things. Well, physically speaking, he didn't do anything, merely standing alone on the ramp, his shimmering cape blowing in the wind. But within the simulated realities of his mind, he was doing any number of things at any given time. One such was devoted to compiling information on this mysterious man, who claimed not to be a hero, but with so little details, it was hard to narrow it down, even for Carbon.
In another, he was simulating possible outcomes of the fight. There were a number of variables, the mystery metahuman who'd be accompanying the shipment, and the Phantasm himself, but Carbon was reasonably certain the city wouldn't e crumbling tonight.
When Rudolph returned, Carbon would close the ship up and set course for the Bleake International Building.
"I hope you're ready. I know I am."
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