Chen Mo lunged just as Deadpool raised the TemPad over his head.
"Let's establish this first: whoever holds the key item gets dialogue priority."
Chen Mo threw a punch at his mask.
Deadpool ducked, still mashing buttons. The TemPad flashed, and a Time Door opened beside the Record Desk, facing the other end of the room.
"See?" Deadpool said. "Professionals put their escape routes indoors. Saves on travel expen-"
Chen Mo redirected his fist into his chest.
Bang!
Deadpool crashed through the Time Door and flew out at the other end of the room, slamming back-first into an approaching Hunter. They rolled into the corner together, and the TemPad flew free.
Chen Mo shot out a web.
B-15 thrust her Time Stick toward it at the same time.
The tip hooked the edge of the TemPad first. Just as B-15 started pulling it back, webbing wrapped around her wrist. Chen Mo pushed off, sliding along the Record Desk and driving his shoulder into her chest.
B-15 slammed back against the Control Console.
Chen Mo seized her weapon hand and pressed his elbow down. The Time Stick struck the edge of the console, its orange light slicing through half a metal panel.
"I've wanted to do this for ages. Fuck reasoning. Physics is a kind of reasoning too."
Chen Mo drove his knee into her stomach.
B-15 doubled over but still raised her arm to block the punch that followed.
His fist struck her bracer.
The bracer slammed back into her face. Blood appeared at the corner of B-15's mouth as she slid half a meter along the Control Console, her grip on the Time Stick loosening.
Chen Mo caught the stick and flung it behind him.
The second Hunter had just reached him when the Time Stick's metal handle struck