The vehicle glided over the water. Strangely, its brakes still squealed when it stopped, as though the water's surface were solid ground to it.
The tires stopped turning, and the passenger door opened directly in front of the two of them. A small sign was stuck to the few steps inside the doorway. It read, "Watch your step?" But the question mark looked somewhat like a "2" partially obscured by sludge.
The driver was a mantis. It wore dark blue coveralls with its collar hanging loosely open. Though it was unclear how it held the steering wheel with a pair of scythe-like arms, its large compound eyes stared out through the door, as if asking whether the rain-soaked people wanted to board.
Of course they did. Though they did not know the purpose of this puzzle game, following its design for the time being was clearly the safer choice.
Su Ming could still contact the Adjutant. If he wanted to leave, he could do so at any time.
But if he left, the Hand of the Void would surely not appear. Then it would interfere with Deathstroke's game across the two Earths and deliberately cause trouble.
So they would board. If they wanted to chop someone up, they first had to find someone.
Deathstroke picked up his cousin, whose drenched uniform now gave off the stale stink of old years, covered the cat atop his head, and leaped onto the bus in a single step. A moment later, the air pump whirred, and the door slammed shut behind them.
The cabin was empty. Apart from the mantis driver, there were no other passengers.
It was a common American interstate coach. In a normal world, such buses were often filled with all kinds of desperate people: Orphans going to live with