Preparations

"What grapes?" Su Ming let go, allowing Wade's head to drop to the ground.

"The really juicy, sweet kind, with a little bloody taste, and a little dusty taste. Yeah, like aged pickles. You know?"

Wade climbed up from the ground. He recognized at a glance who the Odin before him really was. Slade still loved disguising himself as someone else. How dark.

He dusted off his clothes, gesturing wildly with both hands as he gave a disjointed description.

"Like a bone buried in a dry doghouse? Then you ate thousand-year-old dates soaked in honey inside a pyramid."

Su Ming humored him while tossing the unconscious Odin onto Little Eight's back, signaling for the others to wait here.

"Uh, that's a little off, but not by much. I really can't explain it. Maybe it was meat?"

"Give me a hand and tie him up." Su Ming tossed one end of a rope over from the other side of the pegasus.

As Wade helped tie up Odin, he fell into a dilemma, like someone immersed in a beautiful dream who refused to wake up and kept wanting to recapture the feeling from it.

The grapes had not tasted good, but the person who gave them to him had been nice.

"I didn't go to a pyramid. I went to a huge party, where a blonde, super busty beauty gave me a warm welcome. All kinds of food and wine, plus countless drugs! God's holy shit, I think she might have been Mexico's biggest drug lord. She couldn't speak English, so we could only communicate physically."

"But it was a dream."

"Oh, right. Fine, then what does your handsome little brother need to do next? After you dragged me out of Mexican heaven? After making me say goodbye to my 'Chica'?"

"You