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The heavily damaged Packard barely made it to the base of the tall mountain in Lindos. They would have tried the more circuitous back road route to reach the Castle's acropolis by car, but their drastically shimming vehicle was getting dangerously worse by the second.
Just as the beaten-up car reached Lindos, the engine's transmission began to seize. The jerking motion was rather nauseous, but they finally made it to the car rental agency before it vibrated apart.
After the motor had been shut off, the Packard did one last violent death rattle of a shake, and then it promptly ceased moving for all eternity. Peggy figured it would make a lovely planter.
Ignoring the loud pinging and popping noises of the smoking vehicle, Jarvis shrugged politely to the car rental agent, whose mouth was locked open in surprise.
Waving away the smoke, Dmitri exclaimed, "Razvaluha!" And a hubcap rolled away loudly.
Hearing a throat clearing behind the junked car, Peggy spun in her seat, shotgun at the ready. Upon seeing who it was, she grinned in relief. At first, she was surprised that Howard was waiting for them. But then the man was a notorious busy body. That and there was an attractive blonde woman in the equation.
It took a few tries, but Howard finally managed to yank the driver's side door open for the befuddled Jarvis. The door then dropped from the handle he held and clattered to the ground.
Ignoring the door handle still clutched in his hand, Howard took in the passenger's disheveled appearance and windswept hair. Smirking, he chirped to Peggy, "Wow, you certainly know how to have a good time, pal." Ignoring her glower, he added, "Oh, and so far, no other groups have shown up here."
Nodding her relief, Peggy then joined the others in exiting the vehicle. As she stretched out her back, Peggy saw that Howard's gaze had instantly locked on the metal whip still attached to the steering wheel. He then stared at the two robotic legs stuck to the trunk.
Peggy grinned, "We brought you some gifts."
He whistled in appreciation, "Thanks, Peg. It's just what I always wanted."
Still staring at his new prizes, he handed them all cool bottles of water. Zdenka took it with a grin of thanks. She poured some onto a handkerchief she carried and then dabbed her face and neck with the refreshing water. The Russian then grimaced when she pressed the cool compress against her black and blue bruised arm.
Seeing her look of pain, Howard instantly refocused on the pretty Russian babe. "You got hurt? Maybe it's best if you stay with me on my yacht where it is safe. Let the others complete this task."
"No, I will be fine."
Dmitri growled, "Yes, comrade Stark, she stays with us."
Howard and Dmitri eyed one another angrily. Peggy snorted at this male display, "Enough, boys. There's so much testosterone in the air, I am choking here."
Sneering at each other, the two men finally relented.
Finished drinking their crisp beverages, all craned their necks, and sighed at how far it was to reach the Castle. The strategically placed fortress was perched at the top of a very steep mountain.
The footpath to reach the Castle was a twisty maze of cobblestones that was teeming with tourists. And along the meandering route, white buildings and local vendors lined either side of the trail. It all seemed rather cramped and claustrophobic to Peggy.
She asked, hopeful, "I don't suppose there is another car we can borrow to drive up to the Castle?" Half of the question was to Howard, while the other was for the car rental agent.
Having staggered around the destroyed vehicle, the rental agent rounded on them. The man's shock was replaced by anger, "Even if I did, I would not trust any of you with it."
"Relax, pal. I'll certainly buy this car from you," Howard assured, which mollified the rental agent somewhat.
Still, unless Howard had another vehicle hidden upon him, Peggy did not look forward to the arduous trek ahead. The SSR Agent pursed her lips, internally sighing at her choice of footwear.
Unfortunately, being the busiest time of day, all the taxis and tourist buses had departed already. Peggy muttered to the millionaire, "What I wouldn't give for your little powder blue Vespa about now, Howard."
Grinning in agreement, Howard then spied a local merchant with a simple transportation form. He indicated the usual tourist conveyance with a smirk, "Donkey power will have to do, Peg."
When the animal's owner cheerfully came over to haggle, Howard tossed money to him, outright buying the whole herd. The man merrily motioned for them to grab whatever ones they wanted.
Before Peggy headed to their new transport mode, Howard passed some replacement ammo to her, "Figured you might need more bullets."
Then he smirked at Dmitri, "Sorry, comrade, I didn't know what caliber you used."
The Russian shrugged, "That's alright. It does not seem much good against these robotic machines anyway."
Smiling her thanks, Peggy reloaded her pistol. She then handed her almost empty shotgun to Howard. She didn't think it would be a good idea to use it around the multitude of tourists anyway.
"Oh, and please take care of this hat," and she plopped her wide-brimmed bonnet on her friend's head.
"Will do, Peg. I wished I had something to help you on the rest of this trek."
"Not to worry, Howard, we will persevere."
After smiling reassuringly at Howard, she joined the Russians in picking out a donkey. Finding the best one, Dmitri helped Zdenka onto the animal. Quickly he pulled himself onto the one next to it.
During this, Jarvis tried to smooth the wrinkles that creased his rumpled suit. Frustrated, he took the bulky backpack that held the two scanners out of the dented car's trunk and shrugged it on. With a sigh aimed at his employer, he found a donkey to ride.
Peggy ended up taking the young donkey that nudged her shoulder. She patted its thick neck affectionately.
Spying her mounted group, she chuckled when a seated Jarvis' long legs practically scuffed the ground.
Joviality was instantly over when all heard the familiar rev of the approaching motorcycles and Jeep in the distance. Swinging her leg over the saddled beast, Peggy urged her inventor friend, "You best get back to the boat, Howard."
Distracted, he licked his lips as the increasing sound of motorcycles became a siren call that trouble was almost upon them. Automatically he corrected, "Yacht, Peggy." He continued to look from her to the attached robotic feet and then back to her.
She eyed his hesitancy and ordered, "Just hide before they get here and then collect your booty. Oh, and I suggest you have Captain Jasper keep that yacht of yours powered up. Depending on how this goes, we might need to make a fast getaway."
Reluctantly, he nodded and then ducked behind a nearby vendor's stall. Peggy was relieved that her friend was smart enough not to let chivalry overwhelm sensibility when facing these deadly foes.
Turning, she called to her mounted party, "Go on ahead. I'll cover the rear."
Grabbing the reins of his less than happy donkey, Dmitri confidently maneuvered the animal to stand next to Peggy's, "And I will guard your flank."
Peggy's enigmatic smile made him frown curiously at her. His puzzled expression suddenly became a yelp when Peggy smacked his donkey's ass. The creature made a very un-donkey-like braying sound and then took off up the path.
Jarvis and Zdenka's donkey's cantered close behind his. Smirking, Peggy yelled at the cursing Russian, "You're my back up in case they get past me."
Settling onto her saddle, Peggy then nudged her donkey to follow them.
Heading up the stone trail, the four donkeys trotted past vendors selling spicy food, and Peggy's stomach rumbled at the delicious smells. She barely recalled having breakfast that morning. It all seemed so long ago. She made a note to find that vendor when all this was over.
Hurrying along the crowded path on the back of a pack animal made Peggy realize there was an advantage to this after all. The higher perch placed her above the crowd of tourists who strolled around looking for bargains. This also afforded her the advantage of seeing any possible shortcuts or escape routes that would typically have been obscured if she was still at eye level.
Ahead, the winding lane branched off, and Jarvis was unsure where they should go.
Flummoxed, he yelled back, "Which way?!"
Peggy hollered from the rear, "Whatever pathway that continues up!"
She could see him rolling his eyes, but Jarvis did as she said, taking the cobbled trail to the left.
They had already gone about a quarter of the way up the steep incline when Peggy heard the motorcycles and a Jeep halt at the mountain's base. In moments, the three motorcycles started up again.
Thankfully the corridors were too tight for the Jeep to fit. Peggy hoped that the surviving male robots would now share the bikes with the female ones. If that was the case, their combined weight should slow them down considerably.
The worse possibility was that the Jeep had driven off, taking the back road up. Then the robots could cut them off from above and below in a Pincher move.
The loud rev of the bikes was getting closer as they raced up the incline behind them. Peggy kicked the sides of her donkey, which caused it to bray, and then trot faster. Soon the white stucco and colorful flowery vines became a mass of unidentifiable hues.
Turning around in her seat, Peggy saw that her deduction had been correct and that of the two of the three motorcycles now carried both a male and a female robot. Once more her party had whittled down the robots numbers. With two less male ones to deal with, Peggy silently cheered their good fortune.
Sneering, Peggy then noticed that the robot's combined weight had not worked out in her favor. Though the bikes were a tad slower and were lower to the ground from the additional heavier automaton, they still had no trouble buzzing up the serpentine path. Even at their reduced speed, they could certainly outrace a bunch of donkeys.
Peggy desperately glanced around for a means to slow their pursuers down. She then saw the fruit stand located at the sharp curve up ahead. Quickly she aimed her gun and expertly shot out the front legs that supported the booth.
Off-balance, the stand tipped dramatically, and fruit began to spill out. The street vendor yelled a multitude of curses as he tried to stop the produce from falling. Unable to do so, he looked around angrily, wondering who had caused it. Peggy's approaching group played dumb, and they watched as the colorful food cascaded toward their trotting donkey's feet.
The animal's hooves were sure-footed as they easily trampled the vibrant fruit, making it into a slippery pulp. As they ambled past the swearing vendor and around the curve, Peggy twisted around to see what would happen next.
Gunning the engine, the first speeding motorcycle raced up toward them. It was faster than the others because the bike only had a female riding it. Peggy saw that it was the robot whose hand she had shot off.
As it drove over the mashed fruit, the bike's wheels instantly lost traction. Unable to make the sharp bend, the motorcycle slid on its side and crashed into the fruit cart with a loud bang.
The fruit vendor screamed loudly at the bike's occupant as he watched the last remaining produce tumble from his destroyed cart and down the lane. Spectators gawked and chuckled at the poor man's plight.
As the automaton righted the motorcycle, the other two bikes slowed down but did not stop to help their fallen friend. They were on a mission, after all.
After carefully circumventing around the gooey corner, they sped up and quickly passed Peggy's unhappy donkey.
Peggy attempted to shoot out the last motorcycle's back tire, but her ride was not cooperating. The poor beast was really spooked by the noisy bikes and almost bumped Peggy into a nearby brick wall that it was scampering past.
"You bloody animal!" A frustrated Peggy growled, but the donkey was too freaked out to care.
Then the motorcycle that had just crashed was alongside Peggy's mount. The robot tried to ram into the cantering legs of Peggy's poor donkey, but the beast moved to the side every time.
Changing tactics, the robot launched itself from its bike and at Peggy.
Barely in time, Peggy pulled on the reins and then twisted the donkey away. Though the lithe female robot missed striking her, it still managed to snatch the animal's bridle.
The automaton held on one-handed and pulled the donkey's head downwards to control the beast.
The animal brayed angrily and tried to toss its head to dislodge the robot's firm grip. Though the donkey's head was immobile, it could still shy its body away. Undeterred, the robot held on tighter and punched its handless wrist at the SSR Agent.
Baring her teeth, Peggy leaned back from the first swipe and ducked forward when the next strike came around.
As the robotic wrist whooshed over her head, Peggy quickly unbuckled the harness. Having used it as support, the automaton fell in front of the peeved donkey.
The animal seemed to have taken offense at all this, and it purposely trampled the robot under its heavy hooves as it trotted over it.
Patting the seething donkey's neck, Peggy tried to calm it by cooing relaxing words, but it was too pissed to listen. Finally, having had enough, the animal came to a complete stop.
As they stood there, Peggy wondered how to make her transport go. Then from around the corner, she caught the sound of the two bikes racing further ahead. She knew that they were closing in on her friends.
She had to hurry. With time running out, Peggy frantically nudged the donkey's flanks, trying to coax it to move. "Go, donkey, go! Please go, now!"
Still, it stayed put, its ears now flat against its head from irritation.
Even over the increasing crowd noise, Peggy could hear her friends' distant yells of distress as the motorcycles converged on them. Among the rev of the motorcycles and angry donkey brays, a big commotion had started, and it was getting louder by the moment.
Turning, Peggy saw that the female robot was still unmoving on the ground. Decision made, the agent slid off the stubborn beast and then sprinted to the fallen motorcycle. After righting it, she hopped on. That was when she heard movement behind her.
Turning, she was not surprised to see that the female robot had finally sat up. Determinedly, it got to its feet and began to limp toward the human.
Peggy gritted her teeth as she tried to start up the bike. Well, either she was doing it wrong, or today was the day for disobedient transport. Then the agent saw that all the multiple crashes had jammed the clutch lever. Angrily she beat on the mechanism to loosen it.
Just as the robot made a lunge for her, Peggy suddenly forced the bike into gear, and she sped off toward her friends.
Having been left behind in the dust, the robot staggered after Peggy in dogged pursuit.
Back at the Mandraki Harbor, the CIA's warship was now moored inside the busy port.
A frustrated Agent Smith gnawed on the end of one of Howard Stark's expensive Cuban cigars that he had earlier pilfered. Once again, his team of divers had come up empty-handed.
Frustrated, he turned and glared at Professor Spencer, who shrugged under the heavy glare.
Spencer stated adamantly, "At Monte Smith, we found that carved relief of the trireme by the cisterns. That ancient boat's image meant that we needed to check the sea. It has to be somewhere around here."
Smith studied the irksome tall man with a critical eye, and the Professor stared insolently back. It was not until he had to work with the pedantic scholar personally that he wished he had known Agent Carter's secret in keeping Spencer in line. The man seemed somewhat intimidated by her.
Regardless, when Smith had time, he would remind the Professor who he really should be afraid of.
"Then maybe it had been moved elsewhere, even near another coast or port," Smith growled back. He then motioned Hodge over, "Is Stark's yacht still docked outside of St. Paul's Bay in Lindos?" More and more, he wondered if they should just motor over there to see if that stubborn group had been faring better than they had.
"Yes," Hodge grumbled, and even his underling's usual surliness was getting on Smith's last nerve. Maybe it was time for a refresher course for all his men.
Before Smith could use any threats, another agent rushed over and stated, "Sir, there's been reports of a commotion near the Castle of Lindos. It looks like Carter and her gang are fighting those Hydra robots."
Smith frowned at the mention of that dangerous robotic group. Sneering, he had to remind himself that such a monumental treasure would bring out all sorts of deadly interlopers, often at inopportune times.
He turned to Hodge, "Well, this is a bust. Let's go see what is happening in Lindos."
His second instantly became cheerful, "Maybe we can steal it away from Carter again."
While Smith chuckled, Professor Spencer sputtered, "But we can't leave. I tell you, that woman doesn't know anything."
Smith growled at the stubborn Professor, "Carter and her group might not, but it's funny how they always get results." His stern gaze once more focused on Hodge, "Any idea how long it will take to get there?"
His second in command shrugged, "Not long by boat. It'll be far quicker than if we went by car."
Nodding, Smith ordered, "Good, we leave now. We cannot let them get away with the clue."
After a quick motion to come onboard, the divers scrambled back onto the old warship. In moments, it lumbered toward the Castle of Lindos.
Rushing to meet whatever trouble lay ahead, Peggy ignored the irate shop vendors and outraged tourists that she almost ran down as her motorcycle raced up the hill.
After turning the sharp corner, Peggy saw her friends being attacked by those dangerous robots ahead. She skidded the bike to a halt and quickly assessed the situation.
Jarvis was out for the count as he sat dazed on the ground next to his disinterested donkey.
Peggy honed in on one of the male robots who had grabbed Zdenka, and she sneered. It held the female Russian around the waist like a box of groceries. Though Zdenka was punching its encircling arm, the automaton was unaffected by her pummeling.
The only thing stopping it from absconding away with its prize was Dmitri. The Russian was using his impressive fighting skills to keep that male robot too preoccupied. But while doing so, he also had to evade any attacks from the three other robots.
Unfortunately, being outnumbered by relentless killing machines overwhelmed even Dmitri's formidable abilities. One of the robot women was able to get past his defensives, and it shoved him forcibly out of the way. He landed hard on the ground and slid back a few feet. This afforded the male robot holding Zdenka to reach the motorcycle.
After shaking his head to clear it, Dmitri attempted to stop the male robot again, but the others instantly besieged him.
At least the tourists were circumventing the action. A few had stopped to watch, but they had smartly stayed clear of the attack.
Knowing what she had to do, Peggy sped onto the scene. Accelerating the bike, she suddenly zoomed past all the fighting.
Twisting the front wheel around, Peggy now faced the robotic group. Her actions caused one of the automaton females to stop attacking Dmitri, and it now focused on Peggy.
Revving the bike's motor, Peggy smirked at the deadly machine. Taking the challenge, the robot woman stood with her hands cocked on her hips.
Peeved at such audacity, Peggy grounded her teeth and gunned the engine more. Releasing the clutch, the bike's back tire spun, then caught, and Peggy rocketed toward the woman.
Anticipating being run over, the female robot braced her feet. Arms stretched out in front of her, boots locked onto the ground and ready for impact.
Just when Peggy reached her, the SSR Agent simultaneously squeezed the front brakes and wrenched the handlebars to the left. The sudden stop and turn had the back tire swinging around and slamming into the female robot from the side instead of the front. Not built for such an angle of attack, this violent action knocked the automaton down and out for the count.
Alas, for the bike, it was as if Peggy had struck a brick wall, for it crumbled around her. She had no choice but to leap off or get tangled in the wreckage.
She rolled to the feet of the male robot that still held Zdenka. It stared down at Peggy.
"Hello," Peggy cheerfully greeted it as she rested on her elbows. "Don't mind me," and she pulled her gun out. Quickly she emptied the magazine into the robot's shoulder that embraced Zdenka.
The constant barrage of bullets weakened the automatons arm joint. Zdenka pushed against the robot's torso with all her might until the arm pulled out of its socket. Both she and the damaged limb clattered to the ground. Above her, sparks shot out from where its arm used to be attached.
Clip empty, Peggy watched as the one-armed robot raised its boot to stomp her face. Having run out of ammo, she prepared to twist out of the way. But at the last moment, Dmitri rushed over and scooped up the automaton's twitching arm. Quickly he shoved the mechanical appendage into the robot's sparking exposed shoulder joint.
Both Peggy and Zdenka watched, amazed as the electrical feedback cascaded upwards. The robot instantly seized. In moments it began to twitch violently, and sparks popped and sizzled from its head.
Dmitri then reached out his hands and helped Peggy and Zdenka to their feet.
Peggy looked at Dmitri in surprise, "How did you know that would work?"
He answered with a shrug, "Some of our scientists have studied your Synthetic Man for weaknesses. They had hypothesized that if the energy coursing through it could be interrupted, a short circuit might occur, causing a cascading effect."
Peggy pursed her lips that the Russians were looking into how to stop Phineas Horton's invention. But now, she was just grateful that something had worked to stop these automatons. Nodding, she replied, "Thank you."
Finally gathering his wits, Jarvis staggered over, and the four turned to face the remaining two robots. The male and female machines tilted their heads as they reassessed this new threat.
Unfortunately, any of the human's plans of attack were instantly challenged when the female robot that Peggy had dealt with earlier limped determinedly around the corner toward them. Soon it joined the other robot's side, and they took a menacing step at our heroes.
Peggy really missed the days when enemies would just stay down.
Cut off from the faster motorcycles, her group had no choice but to use the four-legged transport once again. But if they were going to get away alive, their current tactics had to change.
Looking at the path ahead, Peggy quickly figured out the best course of action and grinned. It was time to use what they had to their advantage.
She corralled the closest donkey and climbed aboard. As Peggy helped Zdenka up behind her, she yelled to Jarvis and Dmitri, "Gentlemen, time to go!"
After dodging an advancing robot's swipe, Dmitri turned and vaulted onto his donkey. He then extended his hand and hoisted Jarvis onto the back of the reluctant beast.
Seeing them ready, Peggy nudged her donkey's side, and she led them along the tourist path with the rallying cry, "Follow me!"
Among the loud, rapid staccato clatter of donkey's hooves, Peggy heard the ominous sound of the two motorcycles revving awake behind them.
Cantering along, Peggy angled them toward one of the smaller side paths. In moments they had entered the area of local's homes where tourists were forbidden to visit. Thankfully, this new route had fewer people around that could get injured or interfere.
Peggy heard the frustrated rev of the pursuing motorcycles. As she had figured, the one heavier bike had to slow down, or they risked slamming into a house. Even the lighter one was having difficulty circumventing the tight and twisty corridor. She grinned, pleased that her new tactic was working so far.
Soon the donkeys were trotting toward an older Greek woman. She was hanging laundry up to dry on a clothesline. Peggy thought the different colored damp fabric looked lovely as it swayed in the warm breeze.
The woman glared at them and started gesturing that they did not belong in this area. Peggy shrugged, and they continued to bounce past the enraged woman.
Stopping, Peggy raised the clothesline high enough so that Dmitri and Jarvis could pass under it. All ignored the sputtering woman as the male riders cantered off into the darkened alcove across from her home.
Suddenly, the lighter-loaded motorcycle zoomed up the path. Peggy quickly pulled down the laundry line so that it was neck high.
With the motorcycle going full tilt, the solo female robot couldn't duck in time and ran into the clothesline. Though the cord snapped easily, the automaton's vision was instantly obscured by the damp fabric draped across its face. Not being able to see the sharp turn ahead, the bike crashed into the wall. The robot spilled out from the wrecked motorcycle and onto the path.
Staggering to its feet, the machine glared at Peggy and took a threatening step toward her. Taking the hint, Peggy nudged her donkey, and they entered the shaded alcove behind Dmitri.
The robot charged in after them. Stomping down the tight recess, it soon found that Dmitri's donkey had been waiting in the shadows.
Spying the robot, Dmitri quickly smacked the donkey's ass. Indignantly braying, the beast kicked, and its rear hooves slammed into the robot. The automaton went flying backward across the lane.
Bam! It smashed through the red door of the wash woman's home. Unmoving, the robot's feet stuck comically out of the destroyed entrance.
The Greek woman's state of shock melted into horror, and she began accusing Peggy's group of being murderers.
Wincing, Zdenka tried to explain in Greek, but the woman refused to listen. When Jarvis attempted to pay for the damages, she began to yell. Among her angry words were shouts for the "Police."
Any chance of justifying their actions was cut short when the other motorcycle halted at the base of the tight corridor. The handless female and male robots focused on Peggy's group, and the automaton gunned the bike menacingly.
Quickly, Peggy and the others urged their anxious mounts out of the darkened recess. Leaving the screaming wash woman behind, they trotted up and around the corner. Once more, they found themselves approaching the crowded tourist thoroughfare that led up to the Lindos Castle.
With no choice, they continued toward the heavily congested path. On the other side of the homes, they heard the motorcycle nearing as it circumvented around those residences.
The loud threatening sound was making Peggy's donkey anxious and frightened.
Exiting the smaller passageway, they entered the larger plaza area where a huge old tree was growing in the center of it. Across from that was a tall white retaining wall. There was a large square-shaped opening where Peggy could see the horizon of the sea from her higher vantage point. Surprisingly, she could also hear the ocean's roar as it crashed against the rocky shore far below.
As they trotted up the jammed lane, Peggy's mount suddenly stopped. She frantically kicked its flanks, but it refused to budge. "Not this again," she moaned.
Suddenly, she crinkled her nose. An awful smell emanated from the scared donkey's rear, and it pooped right in the middle of the cobbled street.
The relieved donkey ambled away just as the speeding motorcycle went to ram into them at full throttle. But, instead, the bike ran over the foul-smelling excrement, coating the tires.
Instantly, the heavy bike lost control. Unable to stop, they crashed into the large tree. The impact was so violent that the motorcycle and its occupants were instantly engulfed in flames.
Panicking tourists screamed and yelled, unsure of what they should do. Meanwhile, the vendors were frantically attempting to extinguish the burning robots and tree.
Peggy and the others dismounted to help. Fleetingly, Peggy wondered if such an intense fire would stop these robots.
The scene became calmer as the crowd of tourists surrounded the inferno, and their cameras clicked away at the carnage before them.
Finally, the blaze from the crashed motorcycle was out, and the vendors pulled the burned bodies away. After checking for a pulse, the two charred corpses were presumed dead. Someone quickly placed sheets over the crispy carcasses of the motorcycle riders.
Suddenly, the older wash woman rushed forward and pointed at Peggy's group. After she had yelled a few inflammatory words regarding the donkey riders, one being "murderers," the vendors turned on them.
In moments, the locals began chanting angrily, "Murderer!" at them in Greek. Caught up in the frenzy, tourists joined the hostile crowd in encircling Peggy's group.
They would have been strung up on the spot if there hadn't been for the loud gasps from the back of the crowd. Instead, the chants died to a murmur when all turned to see what was happening.
Next to the smoking twisted metal of the motorcycle, the bodies under the sheets twitched. The crowd stared, amazed when the corpses suddenly sat up.
Ignoring the sounds of awe, the burnt robots lurched to their feet. As they staggered toward Peggy's group, the sheets fell away, exposing what was lumbering their way.
The robots stuttered movements caused whatever helped them appear remotely human to shed off. Soon, most of the charred 'flesh' was gone, leaving only tufts of hair and patches of molted skin and cloth. Underneath was the smudged, dirty metal of their chassis.
The crowd's cries of "It's a miracle" changed to the screams of "They are the devils!"
After making the sign of the cross, the vendors and tourists quickly parted for the determined robots.
With their hands slashing downwards, the deadly machines now seemed intent on only one thing.
Kill Peggy Carter.
