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“Thunder! Get us goin!” Jack shouted ahead.
“Love to, bro,” he grunted back. One arm was held behind his back by a maid, the other fending off a second maid while he kicked a third to the ground.

“Yarg!” Timmy shouted, leaping up on one of their shoulders, pulling hair and biting frantically. The maid was too busy trying to pry him off to stop a spear from the Cowboy, a quick blow putting her lights out. A roundhouse from Jack knocked the one off Thunder.

“Nice guard duty, Lightning,” 40 laughed at him.
“Nice face, deuchbag,” he snorted back.

“Incoming, gentlemen!” Doc warned. A pair of small mounted guns came from the pillars on Baroness’ walls, launching small grenades at them. They ran for the van’s protection, a burst of purple gas caught the men off guard as it flew from the bombs.