Soldier Boy wore an I-knew-it expression. He nodded mildly and held out his palm. "Hand it over!"
"I don't have it on me. Wait here for five minutes," Bombsight said, giving Golden Geisha a reassuring look. His body shot away like an arrow loosed from a bow, trailing a sonic boom before disappearing into the clouds.
Private Angel chatted with Golden Geisha with interest, while Soldier Boy smoked his cigar and waited quietly.
Before long, a sudden gust brought a hurried Bombsight back.
He looked travel-worn, much like his flamboyant way of doing things. He quickly pulled an exquisite metal box from inside his clothes and, after a little hesitation, handed it to the expectant Soldier Boy.
Soldier Boy beamed and opened it eagerly.
An exquisite syringe lay inside, the blue Original Compound clearly visible.
"That's right..."
This dose of Original Compound looked exactly like the one in his memory.
Bombsight seemed a little dazed, but after a few coughs from Golden Geisha, his gaze became firm again. "Ben, fulfill your promise now."
Soldier Boy nodded, then suddenly hesitated.
He still remembered how, in the original show, this stuff had temporarily weakened Homelander's abilities after he injected it, leading to his death at Crowbar's hands.
The most absurd part was how, after he took off without hesitation, Butcher had forcibly dragged him down with his tumor's tentacles.
Judging by the abilities Soldier Boy had observed in Homelander, never mind Butcher dragging him down-even towing several civilian airliners, he could have flown perfectly steadily.
There were simply too many questions.
The likeliest possibility was that something was wrong with this dose of Original Compound V.
At that thought, Soldier Boy asked suspiciously, "Piggy, you didn't mix anything else into this dose of Compound V, did you?"
"What?" Bombsight looked bewildered. "I