At Andrew's question, Raven nodded. "No problem. I'll send Sonic and the others into the Iron Mecha's shadow."
"Good."
Andrew continued, "Sonic, when the time comes, the three of you will use your High-Frequency Watches to enter the mecha's head and take back the Master Emerald."
"Sure. Leave it to me."
Sonic nodded excitedly, as did Tails and Knuckles. At last, they could see a chance of success.
After making arrangements for Sonic and the others, Andrew contacted Wade. "Wade, I've got a job for you."
"Who's talking?"
Wade froze, then realized his belt was speaking. Astonished, he asked, "Boss, you actually installed a communicator in the Teleportation Belt?"
"It's in the manual," Andrew said. "Didn't you read it?"
"You say that like you actually gave me a manual," Wade complained.
"I'll give you one next time. It's not like you'll die without it."
Andrew brushed him off, then instructed, "Wade, I need you to draw Dr. Nick's attention."
"Easy. A professional team—the Deadpool Mercenary Corps, at your service. How much are you offering?"
Wade asked excitedly. What, he wanted payment for helping his Boss? Of course. Who worked without getting paid?
Without money, even his Boss wouldn't get any favors. He was Wade, and he was fierce.
"A professional team of one?"
Andrew quipped, then said, "One million dollars per death, before tax."
Wade was ecstatic. "Really? I can die until you're bankrupt."
"Only for this mission."
Andrew said, "Get started. Don't waste time. Dr. Nick's been onstage too long, and the audience is getting annoyed. It's time to kill him off."
"Roger that. Consider it done."
Without another word, Wade ran straight in front of the replica Veronica. He tipped his head back and shouted, "Hey, Dr. What's-Your-Face! Were you just bragging about being the world's greatest scientist?"