Peter poked his head out beneath the railing and looked down in the direction Chen Mo was waving.
"Someone you know?"
"The good people of Gotham. Too bad they're so far away I can't see them clearly. Someone ought to take a picture of me on an occasion like this."
Peter climbed onto the platform and crouched beside him, his fingers smeared with oil from the maintenance channel.
"Someone down there had a phone just now. If you want, you can look for the picture when we get back."
"Good idea. Where's Venom?"
"He crawled behind the pipes. I followed, but there were several forks in there. I couldn't find him."
Chen Mo put his hand back on the railing, felt the broken edge, and shifted his palm aside. That guy had been hurt so badly, yet he could still crawl into the ship along its hull. Was he that scared of Bat?
Not necessarily.
He would have to go down and look himself later.
A harsh scraping came from the cabin, and the white strands tied to the mounting bracket pulled taut. Peter turned his head. Chen Mo had already vaulted the railing lying across the entrance and planted a foot against the side of the doorway.
The officer braced his back against the launch rack and pushed forward with both legs, forcing part of its base out of the deck. Superman held down his chest plate, while Wonder Woman stood to one side, the Lasso binding both the officer's arms. The grating beneath her feet was tilting up.
"Everyone, get out," Superman said. "This place won't hold."
Aquaman grabbed an unconscious ground crew member and backed away from the base. Barry took the man, carried him to the passage behind them, then doubled back and took away another