Magis, didn’t wear anything different than his gang attire, nor did he retrieve any weaponry from the locker.
“PC, is an expert in the ancient Kallungran fighting arts,” explained tall man.
Another strayed from the cell, with crew cut black hair, and an assortment of scars on his face. A solid gold band encircled his neck. Set in the centre was a blue gem resembling an opal.
“I’m going to need help with this inhibitor collar,” he said.
“Turn side on,” said tall man.
He cracked one whip, its arrow head tip set the collar’s gem spinning from the nearest wall. With a grin, the collar wearer, became a monkey. It pushed the band from its neck before resuming human form.
“We call him Multi-beast, because he can become any shape he wants to,” said tall man.
“And I’ll call you, Odin,” said Wil.
“He’s king of the Viking gods.”
“I like that.”
His whips retracted into batons as he thrust them into holsters strapped to his thighs.
“And who’s that one?” asked Wil.
Odin turned as another man strapped on a pair of handguns.
His hands blurred, drawing the weapons, then he thrust them into the holsters.
“He’s fast,” said Wil.
“Those are only secondary weapons he uses in a pinch. Hey Grappler.”
The squat man glanced.
“Why don’t you show the man what you can do?” said Odin.
Grappler grabbed hold of the bars and swung free. He pirouetted in mid air and grabbed hold of the bars again, except higher, kicking back with both legs. His boots stomped into Javelin’s breastplate, knocking him from his feet. The rest of the gang laughed as the armour clad man fell heavily onto his back. As Grappler dropped to the floor, Javelin aimed his handgun. Wil raised his arm and fired, sending the handgun from Javelin’s fist. A ring of shocked faces stared.
“My first rule as leader of this group; is that none of us will attack each other. We’re going to need each other if we’re to succeed in ruling this planet.”
Multi kicked the handgun toward’s Javelin. He snatched it up in mid slide and replaced it in the receptacle which opened in his armour.
“Well then, let’s go,” said Wil. “There’s still the problem of the automated distress signal.”
“I could set off the ship’s self destruct sequence,” offered Javelin.
“Perfect,” said Wil, leading the way outside.
Not only would the blast prevent the signal; it would also leave no sign of the ship ever existing.
The rest of the group followed him outside. A few moments later, Javelin joined them.
“We’ve got a few minutes. It’s got a blast radius of about a square mile,” he said.
“Then we’ll take my car,” said Wil.
They ran along the trail leading to the reserve’s entrance. Once they all got in the car, Wil floored the accelerator, sending them down the winding dirt for the tarred thoroughfare. The vehicle slid sideways onto the road as an explosion rocked the car. Wil slowed down to the speed limit as he watched a fiery mushroom spread over his shoulder from the direction they had just been.