After an unknown amount of time.
Thor's consciousness gradually returned.
He opened his eyes and found himself lying in the transparent lower hold of a spaceship.
Through the glass, he could see the woman who had ambushed him sitting in the pilot's seat, operating the ship while muttering into a communicator.
"This is Ravager 142. I need an audience with the boss. I've brought him something good, prime merchandise."
Thor struggled to sit up and angrily pounded on the wall of the hold.
"Where are you taking me?" Thor demanded loudly.
The woman turned a deaf ear and continued piloting the ship.
When the woman said nothing, Thor's fury surged as he roared:
"Answer me, woman! I am Odin's son, Thor, the god of thunder! Prince of Asgard! You picked the wrong person to mess with!"
Hearing that string of titles, the woman finally lowered her head to look at Thor, who was raging helplessly in the lower hold.
She gave a disdainful chuckle. "Then I deeply apologize, Your Highness."
With that, she pressed the remote switch in her hand again.
"Ughhhhhh—!"
An intense numbness surged through his entire body again. Thor's eyes rolled back, and he passed out once more.
Inside Homelander's office at Vought Tower.
Miss Skynet methodically reported the progress of their plan.
"Sir, the plan is proceeding very smoothly."
"News that Homelander fears a special metal called 'Black Steel' has already been passed along through that woman named Black Sky."
"Now, those senators from the Radiance Society all firmly believe that Black Steel is a lethal metal capable of perfectly countering you."
"They are frantically mobilizing funds and manpower, searching everywhere for Black Steel."
"Good. Have the goods been distributed?" Homelander asked. "As per your instructions, I dispatched twenty T-1050ti terminators."
"They are currently posing