Welcome to America... Hope You Survive the Experience!
America... so-called Land of Freedom, home to more super-humans than just about anywhere else in the world, whose New York City had been blown up or destroyed so many times it wasn't even remotely funny. Home to the Avengers, the X-Men, the Fantastic Four... and the Genoshan Consulate. The Grandson, her best friend Gio, and Gio's twerpy little brother (and apparently some other guy too, but no one terribly important).
The same place to which Rikki was now being assigned. Something about "learning to live among the Flatscans" or something like that. She hadn't particularly been listening. She was a good soldier. She went where she was told, hit who she was told to hit, and, well, okay, she asked questions. Usually loudly and angrily and sometimes punctuated by punching holes in things.
The plane ride (with several connections) had been almost unendurable. Certainly not that she was afraid of flying, but it had been far too long.
She was glad to be out. And gladder still to see Gio.
Even in this Magnus forsaken Flatscan infested country.
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