"The comparison list is ready."
In the underground base, as scorching as Blazing Hell, Efferal stepped on Skrull corpses and tossed a USB drive to Daisy.
"Hm?" Thor caught it instinctively, looking utterly confused. "What am I supposed to do with this? Aren't we supposed to take assault craft and split up to clear out those Imposters?"
"Yes. We'll handle the other countries, while you handle the United States." The sister kicked aside a scorched Skrull, smearing half-cooked brain matter across the toes of her boots. "The list I gave you only covers North America. You can seek out those people called Superheroes and work with them. Find Captain Marvel Carol. This is Deathstroke's decision."
The other sisters were still following the purification procedures, proclaiming the Emperor's thunderous wrath, berating the already dead Xenos, gathering up and burning Skrull corpses.
Meanwhile, some of the Tech-Sisters were arranging the rescued hostages, seemingly preparing to send them somewhere first.
Everyone else was busy in the distance, so Efferal no longer had any reservations when she spoke. She even called the Emperor by name, all while holding a soda straw between her lips, making her words somewhat muffled.
In the past, such behavior would undoubtedly have been heretical blasphemy. But clearly, Deathstroke was different from his predecessor. He did not mind it.
On the contrary, he seemed to enjoy seeing others eat or drink in front of him. At the very least, they had to smoke a cigarette, as though he could draw some sort of motivation from the sight.
Daisy's question had been answered. She beamed and bounced twice, her ample chest bouncing along with her, completely unaware of it.
"That's great! Iron Man will never dare look down on me again. Thank you, Effy."
"You're welcome, sister. But have you figured