Chen Mo picked an empty rack, jumped onto it, and rode the aliens' transport line through the doorway.
Peter jumped down after him, bending his knees on landing, then waved overhead. Superman was still there, holding up the peeled-back hull as he waited for the Batwing to bring Aquaman and Barry over too.
The ride was decent, just a little hard on the feet.
Chen Mo crouched at the edge of the rack, letting its wheels carry him inward as he looked around. The upper racks carried small craft toward the launch opening, while empty racks returned below. A ground crewman pushing a cart stood beside the door, staring overhead with his mouth open, having forgotten to get out of the way.
"Hello."
Chen Mo greeted him warmly as he passed. The crewman turned, discovered two more people on the rack, and abandoned his cart to run toward the wall, reaching for the row of buttons.
Peter shot a web and yanked his wrist back. Chen Mo grabbed his collar and hauled him onto the cradle, continuing into the bay together.
"Quick question. Who do we talk to about shutting down production here?"
The crewman reached for his gun, but Peter had already taken it from his belt. Chen Mo flipped him over and pinned him facedown on the cradle, waiting for Spider-Man to help web him up.
"Language barrier, and he won't cooperate," Chen Mo complained to Peter. "He could at least have said something. If I'd known, I'd have brought an interpreter."
"You wouldn't understand him even if he did." From a rational, realistic standpoint, Peter delivered the coldest words possible.
Chen Mo looked down at the freshly bound prisoner.
"Oh, right. Let's save ourselves the trouble, then."
The empty cradle rounded a bend and returned inside the