Chapter 15: A Word on Underwear Weaponry
Dark Ace didn't mind being led down here. It gave him a unique opportunity.
"Hey," he said to one of his captors. "You know Master Cyclonis has hearts on her underwear?"
"Really?" the Talon said, eyebrows shooting upwards. "And how would you know that, sir?"
"Oh...I've had a look-see."
"Really?" The other one snickered. "I wouldn't mind running one of those up a flagpole."
"My thoughs exactly. Oh, and lace panties with print on the backside!" Dark Ace added.
"What do they say?" the Talons asked, stuffing him into a cell.
He leaned against the bars casually. "Queen of the World."
"You're joking!"
"Not at all."
Suddenly, there's a spiral of blue, and the two Talon guards collapse in a heap. He looks up and sees a highly familiar looking red head, grinning at him from the stairs.
"What are you doing here?"
"Freeing you," Aerrow said, cutting the lock on his cell. "It's a payment of sorts. For helping us out."
"Oh, it was my pleasure." Dark Ace sneered for a moment. "The truce is over as soon as you return to the Condor, right?"
"Right."
"So I can kill you after this, right?"
"No prob." Aerrow grinned. "By the way..."
They both looked at each other and grinned. Dark Ace laughed.
"Slingshots," they chorused. Then they parted, each to their own way.