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"I mean, he is a drug lord," Otis said, but left it at that as Tackel seated himself again.

***

"Tch," Falcon grimaced as she blew the wreckage away from her, her car door slamming into Snart's distorted face. "Looks like someone can't take a hint. M'Kama, let's get out of here before it's too late."

***

"Legionnaires and Phoenix don't really mix well," Iomer said, shrugging. He turned to Dervene. "Dervene, I'd like to say we'll be able to save the Captain but I doubt it. He's been captured by the biggest group on the planet, and they're not friendly. I'll keep hope that he'll make it out alive, but even if we had a dozen Phoenix, Captain Ash wouldn't want us to waste our lives trying to rescue him."

Iomer sighed. "It's harsh but we shouldn't waste our lives. Try to understand."

The sudden chatter of approaching ants interrupted the group, and Iomer automatically tensed.

"Looks like we're getting visitors, everyone be ready!" Iomer snapped, reaching for his rifle.

***

Tate blinked stupidly, and grasped his ant carving more tightly. "F-father..." he stuttered to himself, swallowing hard as he looked at the ground.

"You want... me?" Tate asked slowly, not looking up. "Help you?"