"Ah, I was wondering about that too. The coordinates I gave Star-Lord and the others for their job shouldn't have led them here."
Grinning, Su Ming lowered his head to light a cigarette, casually patting Strangle's bean-sprout-like head. Eating The Glyph's corpse earlier had left it feeling like something was stuck between its teeth.
"You may find this hard to understand, so let me put it simply. I needed them to handle something in the east side of town, but they ran off to the west side instead."
"I always knew Star-Lord was funny, but can he really read a star chart backward?"
At Deathstroke's words, Carol put on an amused expression. She tried not to laugh, but little snorting sounds still escaped her.
No normal person who could fly a spaceship would read a star chart backward, right?
Back when she escaped the Kree Empire, she had flown a carrier-based starfighter with no navigation system at all. Relying solely on the positions of the stars, she had made it from near Hala all the way back to Earth.
That was what a professional pilot looked like.
"Not very likely. No matter how unreliable Star-Lord is, he wouldn't make that kind of mistake. Besides, the Guardians of the Galaxy have an old captain like Yondu, as well as Gamora and Nebula. Even Rocket Raccoon can fly a ship."
Su Ming shook his head. He felt that something was going on, but it was not Star-Lord's doing. Something had affected all of their collective judgment.
Perhaps it was some application of a concept? Or some irresistible force of attraction?
They would find out soon enough.
Meanwhile, Thanos's eyes shifted slightly when he heard the names of his two traitor daughters, though his emotions remained steady. After all, he was retired now