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"Laura," Sarah answered after a brief mont of thought, "her na is Laura."
"Hear that, combat hamster?" I turned to the little one who opened her eyes wide in surprise at Sarah's last words.
"Your na is Laura; no more alphanuric identifications!" The confused girl shifted her gaze from her mother to but t only the signature smile of the body's previous owner.
I honestly wanted to make it warm and caring, but so malicious-sly note leaked through anyway.
And generally, I set myself up, because as soon as I voiced it, the giggle-inducing phrase "X-23 is a combat hamster" started banging in my brain like a gong.
Honestly, only I could blurt out such an ambiguous and, frankly, dark piece of humor.
"Alright, get down and go to mom," I put her on the floor, away from sin, "Uncle Loki needs to work."
"Dr. Kinney?" the little one turned to the woman even more bewildered than before.
Instead of answering, she simply rushed to her and embraced her, reflexively checking for integrity and health.
Apparently, this is so female instinct, because from a rational point of view, this child couldn't risk anything in this sense in principle.
"Right, now stand still quietly," having already assessed the ladies' build, I estimated the spell paraters in my mind.
"Sothing like…" I put the charm into action, helping myself with a movent of my right hand, "this!"
With the last sound, the scientist's and her daughter's clothes rippled with golden-green hues, transforming into military uniforms of a desert pattern, with minor modifications to the materials.
"What is this?" Sarah caught herself, examining the new sleeve of camouflage coloring.
"We'll have to walk a bit, and doing it in heels or barefoot isn't the best idea. Once we get to the nearest town, I'll dress you in sothing less conspicuous, but for now, please follow ," I turned to the door with all three bodies.
"We need to destroy the cara recordings, experint data, samples…" jumping to her feet, Kinney began listing quickly.
"Alas, contrary to all laws of the Arican movie genre, this base has no self-destruct system," I sighed, shrugging. I specifically checked that point in Rice's mory.
"But we can't leave all this! They'll be able to restore the project!"
"Of course, that's why I ask you to follow quickly. Now we'll go out to the helicopters and fly away a bit, while I," I nodded at the phantoms leaving the room, "will transform the local air into sothing explosive. Do you think the explosion of fifteen thousand cubic ters of propane can delete surveillance cara recordings?" I smiled at the woman.
"Uh…"
"Laura, take mom's hand and help her not get lost," I switched to a more stable listener. "We still have about three hours to get to the US border, and I want to have dinner in civilization, not in the desert."
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New York:
"…comnts from the Monaco authorities have not yet been received, but according to eyewitness accounts, Iron Man…"the TV mumbled sothing quietly, but it didn't interest at all right now.
"Yuriko, dear, have you recovered from the shock yet?" rising from the chair and finding Stryker's forr assistant in the rented room, I addressed the back of her head.
"I am fully ready to proceed with my duties," slightly flinching from surprise, since before that I just sat motionless and said nothing, the woman instantly turned to .
Having got rid of her glasses and let her hair down, she had increased in attractiveness about three tis over.
"Good, I need you to fly to New xico and look after a mobile ho there, and tomorrow morning et on the road to Lordsburg or Puerto Palomas, I'm not sure yet. Can you handle it?"
"It will be done," the girl nodded and went to pack, involuntarily plunging into annoyed thoughts that I should have taken her with right away.
On the other hand, when I went to xico, I wasn't sure yet that I would be returning in such company, and the plan with the mobile ho arose just now…
Okay, moving on. Here, if anything, a more relevant topic for reflection is looming. So, I have a very dutiful lady with a clearly not quite firmly attached roof, who was tasked with flying halfway across the country, what could go wrong? Hmm…
"Please use public airlines; no need to hijack Stryker's private jet or anything like that," I shouted into the room, turning off the TV forgotten by the girl with a light magical impulse.
It continued to suck on, apparently, Stark's eting with Ivan Vanko, although it clearly went much less spectacularly than in canon.
I should drop by Tony's one of these days. Get it straight from the horse's mouth, so to speak.
"I… didn't think of doing that," the girl replied, bringing out a laptop to , where the ticket booking page was already open.
"Oh, good," perhaps I underestimated her self-control. Oh well, better safe than sorry.
"Here, there are two flights. Destinations: Las Cruces International Airport and Deming Municipal Airport. Las Cruces is closer, but the flight to Deming departs almost two hours earlier."
"Hmm…" I had severely underestimated this girl. This ti, dispelling the misconception turned out to be surprisingly pleasant. "Let's go with Las Cruces. We don't need to rush with tongues hanging out and pedals to the tal."
"Alright, then I'll book the ticket. The flight will take three and a half hours; I'll pre-order the delivery of the necessary vehicle to the airport, and I should be at the location you specified in about ten to twelve hours, depending on the road, just by morning."
"Simply splendid. Then I'll relieve you, and you can sleep. Thank you."
"Don't ntion it, sir. With your permission, I'll go pack."
"Yes, of course," I agreed. "And you'll need money to buy the necessary car," I rembered another point, "preferably cash. Write down the address where you can pick it up before departure…"
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