"So you think the Skrulls appeared on Earth because they had human traitors helping them?"
Carol sat on the coffee table, idly playing with a wineglass as she looked at Yondu. The blue-skinned man always reminded her of the Kree, leaving her slightly dazed.
Yondu held his side, trying his best to keep some distance from the obese snake woman. He gulped down strong liquor to numb the pain and nodded firmly. "That's inevitable, isn't it? Anyone who spends time in the Milky Way Galaxy knows Earth isn't a place you can just visit. It has comprehensive magical defenses, and physically, you patrol around the planet every so often. Even if someone wanted to smuggle their way in, there'd have to be enough profit in it. No one would risk their life for a little money."
Star-Lord held a bottle as well, sitting beside Yondu and rubbing his chin. "Could there really be desperadoes like that? You once told me some people value money over their lives. Like that ugly guy on your ship—what was his name? 'Rotten Face'?"
Yondu touched the red "crest" atop his head and grinned, revealing his gold teeth. "There are people like that among the Marauders, I won't deny it. But taking risks requires at least a chance of success. Earth is guarded like an iron fortress now. Not long ago, the Zerg from an Alternate Dimension invaded the place. It wasn't just Earthlings who saw that scene—it scared off quite a few people."
The office was filled with an especially cloying scent. No one knew what perfume the snake woman was using, and the room was somewhat too warm as well.
It had to be said that anyone capable of running a shop in Xandar's black market, and apparently doing fairly well, was no