"Do you know where these gorillas came from?"
Howard asked Deathstroke. Under the moonlight, his glittering golden weapon kept shifting back and forth across the table, impossible to ignore.
Su Ming cut off another piece of roasted chicken leg and ate it himself. "I don't know. I may be the Sorcerer Supreme, but the Time Stone isn't omnipotent. If I'm personally involved in an event, then I can't see the part of the future surrounding me. I can only see scattered scenes, like a videotape chewed up by a mouse."
The reason was unknown. Perhaps, since he was fundamentally still a DC person, he could not use a Marvel Stone to examine his own timeline?
But some parts of that did not add up.
Still, the Adjutant was researching The Time Machine. Perhaps technology would uncover the answer someday in the future.
"Then how did you know to bring us here?" Howard looked unconvinced. He had known Deathstroke for years and knew that perhaps only a third of what this Dark Man said was true.
"I just happened to get intelligence from Natasha. I knew Tony was going to pull that domineering CEO flaunting-his-wealth-before-his-secretary routine tonight, so I planned to bring you here to watch the show. This strange attack wasn't arranged by me. You know I like gorillas, right?"
Su Ming calmly bit into the meat. The doneness and flavor were both perfect; the chef was quite skilled.
Everyone at this hotel, from the manager to the waiters, was an orphan who had graduated from Loyalty Academy. Their loyalty was beyond question. Even with numerous gorillas charging onto the beach and slaughtering the bystanders who had stayed by the shore to watch Tony's spectacle, they continued serving dishes in an orderly rhythm.
The appetizer was seafood, the main course