Enchanted

Fifty-Four

'Ever heard the saying, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned? No?..'.. She smirked back over her shoulder... 'Or fuck around and find out?..'.. Trix chuckled as the crowd parted... 'Heres a really good deal for you boys, you jump ship come to the dark side, and I'll make sure you'll be rewarded..'

Trix felt the second guy press closer, then a sharp pain in her right side, that stole the air from her. That mother fucker stabbed her with a mercury blade... 'No dice sweetheart, boss got plans for you..'

Her vision was blurring slightly, and from the acidic taste in her mouth, it had been coated in wolfsbane. Yep, they really did their homework. She heard the drone of voices around her, holding her anger in check, she couldn't shift, not yet anyway, she needed to get close to Drake. Feeling herself get shoved forward, Trix breathed out slowly, as they threw her into the back of a vehicle.

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'You got them?!..'.. Whistler called across to Crick, not taking her eyes off the screen in front of her.

'I got 'em. Running facial recognition across all agencies. Ax, you got the plate?..'.. He glanced over to the man, while he waited.

'Tracking through traffic surveillance. They're heading towards the Lincoln tunnel. I've got chatter..'.. Axel turned his seat to the two of them... 'Private plane requesting to land at Newark for a quick pick-up..'.. He saw them look at each other then back to him.

'Track the vehicle, I'll get across to Daisy's team..'.. Whistler typed away, and hit a button, connecting her comm to Daisy... 'Its Abby Whistler, a friend of Trix. We have a problem..'

'Not surprised you're on this channel. What's the problem?..'..

Whistler knew everyone of them on Daisy's team would hear this... 'Trix has been picked up, and there's a request for a private plane to land for a pick up at Newark. The vehicle she's in, is heading in that direction, black escalade, plate 9-1-Sierra-Golf-Hotel-Whiskey. Its just entered the Lincoln Tunnel..'

'We're on it..'..

Whistler blew out a breath, and switched to her teams channel... 'Teams, check in..'... Each one called out, confirming their locations, then she switched over to the heroes... 'This is going to be fun..'.. She muttered, knowing that the jet had just landed at the old tower for them. Putting herself through to the jets comm, she switched to the internal feed... 'Welcome boys and girls of the superhero class..'.. She heard both Axel and Crick chuckle... 'All aboard the express jet to Skrull city..'

'Ha fucking ha..'.. She saw Stark as he walked on, scoffing as he went to the table with the computer, the others following on behind him.

'I wouldn't attempt to play around with that Mr Stark, you might just drop the jet out of the sky..'.. She said, her eyes flicking to the screen on her left, keeping track of the vehicle.

'You're not Trix..'.. She heard another voice, seeing on the main screen it was the captain.

'Wow, aren't you a smart cookie..'.. She smirked. It was clear she had been around Trix for far too long.

'Yeah, let's skip the flirting, and get going..'.. Stark waved his hand about, looking around the jet.

'Agent Romanoff, the seats all yours. Co-ordinates are locked in. Feel free to look around the jet, you'll find everything you need from med supplies, food, drink and weapons. There's also civillian clothing if needed. You'll be arriving at your destination in 74 minutes, so please sit back, fasten your seat belts and enjoy your in-flight entertainment..'.. Whistler hit another key, which had the jet closing up to take off, the computer screen on board flicked on, with Twilight starting up. She shook her head with a smile, that was funny.