About fifteen minutes later, Wade sat sideways at the bottom of the sphere, clutching his uniform over his private parts with a pitiful, tearful look.
"Boohoohoo, your Cloak licked my entire body. I'm no longer pure."
Su Ming was breathing heavily, his vision awash in crimson. Bloodlust surged over him like a tide, but he still retained his reason and tossed a stack of bills to his cousin.
"An extra five hundred for you."
"Oh, then it's fine. So, who are we chopping up next?"
Wade quickly put his clothes and mask back on, stuffing the money into his pocket.
"The C'tan Shard has been eaten by Cloak, but it might be too full." Su Ming picked up Cloak from the ground and draped it over his back. It hung limp, as though unconscious. "When it wakes up, it may become stronger. We need to fight our way out now, and take whatever Necron technological data we can get our hands on."
Deadpool yawned and raised his wrist to check his children's watch. Don't ask where he got it; everything was simply perfectly reasonable.
"But do you think she's okay? She looks like she's about to kick the bucket."
He raised a hand and pointed toward the Sister outside the spherical prison behind his cousin.
Efferal was now bleeding from all seven orifices, leaning on her sword against a piece of Blackstone, barely breathing.
The battle between Deathstroke and the C'tan had caused violent energy upheavals. In the end, she had been forced to use all her strength to reinforce the entire sphere, while the soul-deep sorrow following the fall of the C'tan Shard had dealt her an enormous mental blow.
She had heard its name from the void: Randugor the Ravager, once an incomparably powerful C'tan.
And she knew