Everyone gathered in a circle for a meeting. To be fair, Jessica's tactical plan was quite clear.
First, they absolutely could not split up. Not only could none of them separate, but the security guards and S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel camped outside the cave also had to be notified to board their ships and evacuate immediately.
They were to return to Earth directly, as quickly as possible, then find somewhere crowded and stick together with their own kind.
The reason was simple: undead creatures were roaming this planet. The people outside had no ability to withstand a tide of supernatural creatures. Leaving them behind would be like serving them up on a platter.
Second, Tony's high-tech multifunctional infantry vehicle was useless too. Against powerful enemies, it could only block their line of sight. It would be no better than a paper screen.
They were facing a Mystic Side crisis now. Immature technology would only lead to misjudgments, so there was no need to drive the vehicle. Everyone would travel on their own two feet.
Of course, the vehicle's limited capacity was also a factor. There were so many people here, but it could only seat five at most. Deciding who rode and who walked would not be fair.
As the saying went, people feared inequality more than scarcity. Better if no one rode in it at all.
The final point was the strangest.
Jessica borrowed Captain America's shield, turned it over, and rubbed at the traces left by cheat sheets once taped to the back. When she realized she could not rub off the glue, she gave up and pulled out a bottle of liquor from her pocket.
The shield had a nice curve, making it perfect as a large bowl. Jessica poured the entire bottle into it with a glugging sound,