Chen Mo braced himself against the Record Desk and stood up.
B-15 was still there.
Deadpool was still there.
Even the empty box of key lime pie had come back with them.
Earth-10086 had not.
Chen Mo felt a little tired.
"You're asking me what's wrong?"
Chen Mo grabbed the player, slammed it onto the Record Desk, and pointed straight at B-15's nose as he started swearing.
"What the hell do you useless seat-warmers actually do?"
The player bounced away, its screen lighting up automatically. Images of Earth being erased by white light projected onto the wall. The Life Raft had barely cleared the atmosphere before it crashed head-on into wreckage bearing down from another world.
Signal lost.
Survivors: zero.
Chen Mo pointed at that white light.
"Correction? Correct my ass! The first time you went there, you shoved some piece of junk under New York and made two universes collide ahead of schedule. If you hadn't stuck your hand in, Earth's destruction could've been pushed back at least another twenty or thirty years!"
B-15 picked up the player, checked its internal timer, then pulled up the records of Chen Mo's twenty-seven attempts.
"You opened the termination file inside the disconnected space?"
"I did. Got a real good look."
Chen Mo slapped a hand onto the player, stopping her from scrolling any further.
"How Earth was destroyed, who planted the device, where they buried it, how that last ship blew up, how you filed seven billion people under a single zero. Which page would you like me to start my report from, ma'am?"
The staff outside the Record Room had already heard the commotion.
Two hunters arrived at the doorway, time sticks in hand, their orange lights not yet activated.
Deadpool looked at the doorway, then at Chen Mo, before