The Defenders IC Act Two: Nothing to Fear

Jenny swiveled her head towards Myre and gave him an amused smile. "I am well aware." She then turned her attention back to status of her armored stealth suit. After a few more tweaks she stood up and attached her tank buster of a rifle to her back. Over the two days she had already spent a large portion of her time calibrating her equipment, but a last minute check never hurt. When Athena finished her announcement she remarked jokingly "I was beginning to feel like a high class citizen, let's move." Jenny stood up, then addressed the agent once more. "You shouldn't be so irritable, especially to her. The constant alertness Athena provides is a valuable asset."

"Me annoying?" Exo yelled from the very back of the ship crouched in front of an open panel which had been hiding some of the circuitry for the ships auto pilot systems. It was evident that Exo had been ignoring the mandatory 'remain seated at all times' command and had probably spent the majority of the ride pacing up and down the aisle and climbing over the backs of the seats to see how long it could go without falling over.

"What's annoying is the fact that we had to ride in this ineffective craft and not in my perfectly functional Time Machine which, guess what, COULD HAVE GOTTEN US THERE BEFORE WE LEFT. And there is absolutely NOTHING to do in here! NOTHING. No internet. No weapons testing facility. No one to get tragically murdered. There wasn't even any recorded crap TV!"

With that it stuck a small metal straw it had stolen from the cargo hold into a bunch of exposed metal wires causing the cabin lights to flicker on and off and Exo's arm to jerk upwards as it was doled out a large electric shock and sent the metal straw flying into the air so that it hit Myre in the back of the head.

"And yes, Jenny is right, you should be less of a grump. Its very rude." Exo remarked seemingly unaware of the flight path the metal straw had taken into the back of Myre's head.

"AND, you poured cold milk on top of my head when I was talking to Jenny about what happened when you first used time travel transportation."

Claymoor walked down the isle and to the end of the jet like spaceship and stood on the polished, micro-alloyed palladium, phosphorous, silicon, germanium and silver, floor. He seemed fatter than normal... it was quite obvious, due to the fact that he was an additional foot an a half around. Grinning, Claymoor look back at Myre and said: "I think that that straw suits you, stuck in your hair at that angle, You look like a person with one of those Chinese hair chopsticks."