As they neared Germany, which still, even in Namor's fast ship, took hours, Torch and Toro played cards to pass the time. Toro had been winning, and Torch complained, "What's the use of teaching 'em if they're only gonna beat 'ya?"

Namor smiled. Torch was annoying sometimes, but he did bring up a good point. Besides, it had been a while seince he'd heard Torch complain.

Dickson looked up at the sky thinking Man, we've been in here so long I could'a read 'War and Peace' ten times through. He looked back at the rest of the little group he'd assembled. Again he had another thought Wish Cap was here.

The hours passed like nothing, but they did have a slight problem at the end of 'nothing'.

During the fight a few hours back, Namor's ship had been riddled with holes. If one of those bullets came through the heavy metal plated armour of the cockpit, the whole ship/airplane would go down if they tried to land on the water.

Dickson quickly came up with a solution, "If we can hijack some plontoons from a German seaplane and set 'em on the wings-"

"Then we'd have a floating plane!"

"Torch..."

"Uh, heh, sorry."

Namor looked at Dickson, "It just might work."

"Yeah, but where we gonna find us a plane with plontoons?" Toro asked. He didn't think there were any shiping ports around, so he took out a map of Germany. Torch looked. Toro didn't know how to read a map.

Torch snached it away and set it on the table. There! A civilian airport by the water. They'd have to have a sea plane there, he thought. He tapped Dickson on the shoulder and showed him the place. Namor quickly changed course to head in the right direction. It was a crazy idea, but then again, who said you had to be sane to fight a war?

About ten minutes was all it took. They had to stop short, though. Hovering in the air to make sure no one saw them. Now this was the hard part of Dickson's little plan: Actually getting into the port.

"Okay, so there's a minor problem," Dickson made an unsure gesture.

"So, we're suposed to sneak in?" Torch looked at the map, then at Namor. "What do you think, Subby?"

Namor sighed, "You surface dwellers..."

"Yeah, an't we crazy?" Torch laughed. Of course this was no time to laugh, the clock was ticking and they still hadn't figured out what had killed the Russian soldiers. Although, they were trying. Torch made a fake smile then opened the door, "Well, see you in the funny papers!" He jumped out, flamed up, and took off.

"Okay, Dickson, you stay here." Namor shook his head before jumping out to follow Torch, One of these days he'll get it and learn not to be so cocky.

With that, he was out the door.

Torch stayed close to the water, each wave that came too high turned to mist when it neared his body. One of the downsides to that was that someone on shore could see the steam from a pretty good distance away, this made Torch visible to anyone who cared to look.

Namor, on the other hand, was almost invisible. He swam under water, not on top, like Torch. This ment that Torch would be the diversion and Namor would get the plontoons.

"Okay, so this an't the best tought out plan we've ever had. But, look at it this way, we've had crazier," Torch tried hard to sound cheery about the whole bit, but just couldn't.

"Yeah, most of those were your ideas," Namor popped his head out of the water then quickly dove under again. How he heard what Torch said on the surface was still a mystery to most of the Invaders.

Considering all the remarks he caught under the waves. Especially the ones made by Torch.

Torch gained as much altitude as possible in five minutes then flamed off at about ten thousand ft. He was an android, androids don't have to breath, so thin air wasn't a problem. He fell, letting off short bursts of flame to keep up his foreward momentum. This would make him less visible, no real flame trail to follow, no steam. He did this untill he was close enough to start the diversion.

"Fwoosshhh!" He flamed up at full intenseity right over the dock. It was bright for a good full minute before Torch turned it down. Most of the workers were blinded by the sudden light, the ones that weren't scampered away like scared rabbits.

This is going to cost us, Namor thought as he popped back up out of the water. He then swam over to a cargo plane that just happened to be floating nearby. It could float on just two plontoons, but it had four. Ah. Germans and their crazy disigns. The two outer plontoons came off easily. Just a quick, hard pull and, "Snap!" Off they came. "Okay, we got what we came for!" Namor yelled.

Torch looked dissapointed, "Aw, man! Just started to have fun!" He dropped a fire ball onto a peice of rope before turning to leave. This untied the harness that was conected to a pully that just happened to be conected to a net.

"Swwoowwsshh! Fwap!" The net fell on the blinded workers. Torch smiled a huge grin. He then nodded to Namor and began flying back.

"So, Bruce, how long do you think-"

"Toro, I've been telling you, I don't know!"

"Wow, Bruce, you're on edge," Toro made an idiodic smile. He'd been asking Dickson the same question for quite some time and it was getting on his nerves.

"Grrr..."

Just then, Torch came in through the door. "Well, Namor's got the plontoonies, whatever they are," Torch looked at Dickson then at Toro. He sighed, even though he wasn't there himself, he knew exactly what had happened. "Toro, were you driving Dickson insane?"

Toro smiled, "Well, how else do you expect me to keep busy?" His grin widened.

Torch sighed again then flew back out to help Namor. That kid, yeesh!

Namor was holding a plontoon in place as Torch arived, "Well, don't just float there, help!"

Torch looked, then he hovered over and melted the plontoon in place. Namor let go. "Want to know what Toro did all this time?"

"Drove Dickson nutty? Talked him to death? Gave him brain damage? That's the reason he's annoying, at least you shut up when you're told."

"Oh, very funny," Torch said mockingly.

"Yeah, always thought I had a sence o' humor," Namor cracked a smile. Then he moved to the other wing, held the plontoon, then yelled at Torch for not helping.

That little detour cost us time, but thankfully, not much. Twenty minutes at the most, Dickson thought as Torch and Namor aurgued about something that he just couldn't understand. Then again, he couldn't see why they were arguing in the first place. For some reason they fought like, well, fire and water.

The sea plane touched down just outside a harbor in a small town. The waves splashed over the wing and almost got inside the cockpit when Torch opened the door. "Yipe!" Okay, so it scared him a little. "You come'n?"

"Give me a minute, Torch!" Came a voice from inside the cockpit, it was Dickson.

"See, told 'ya he was on edge," Toro hopped out the door smiling a huge grin.

"I heard that!" Dickson yelled back.

"Well, that sure took long enough," Namor complained. He climbed of of the plane and onto the wing. "Y'know, Torch, all this weight on one wing... Better get rid of some," he tapped Torch on the shoulder, hard.

"Splash!"

"Blub! Koff!" Torch swam to the surface, "Over-grown guppy," he mumbled to himself. Namor stood there smiling. "One'a these days...!"

Later in a small town near the coast:

An outdoor market boomed with bussiness, it was Monday, everyone shopped on Monday. Well, except the ones who were expecting guests.

A small house at the back of a dead end street keep its lights on, dispite the fact it was daytime. The olde time house wasn't something you'd really call a house, more like a big shak. The roof was covered in hay, peices of wood, grass, tecnecally anything that fell on it because nobody ever bothered to clean it. Three guards walked up to it.

"Uhg, Krouts 'n their crazy uniforms," Torch said as he tugged on the tight shirt that he'd stolen from the real guard after he'd knocked him out.

"Quit complaining. We're here on a mission, we screw up-"

"Cap 'll have your head, huh, Dickson?"

"Torch..."

"Oops..." Torch slinked back.

Namor rolled his eyes, he knew Torch liked to interupt, but it was acually getting on his nerves. He knocked on the door.

A simminly tall Russian opened the door. Seeing the guards there made him jump. <Please,> he said in German, <I've paid the taxes!>

"Oy, 'n you think I'm jumpy," Torch laughed.

"Shut up!" Namor barked. <Look,> he said, speaking slowly in German, <we're not here for any blasted rent, we only want to talk to Smich.>

The look in the man's eyes went from shock and fear, to pleasure and uncertenty. He nodded and let them in. Running his hand through his blonde hair, he sat down, thinking.

"Hmm, nice place," Torch admired. The walls were covered in wallpaper, you'd never guess that they were made of wood. Every desk was covered in some sort of way, a tablecloth, a blanket, and one was just so cluttered with papers that you couldn't tell if there was even a desk under there or not.

<Smich!> The man finally called out, <They're here!>

A small man walked out of a hallway, <You just had to come in German outfits, huh?> He was short, shorter than Dickson, for a fact. He had a small beard, brown, graying hair, you'd never think that he was a spy. Looks can be deciving.

<Ah, you're Smich? Good, we can get down to bussiness, then,> Namor stood in a corner, arms crossed.

"What? Heelllooo, I no speak German," Torch said in an idiot tone.

"Nothing important yet, I'll tell you, believe me," Dickson turned twords Torch who was cocking his head to one side like some dumb puppy dog. "I'll explain later."

Namor and Smich continued their conversation for a while before Toro complained. They started to leave after that.

"Soooo...?"

"So, you moronic android, there's a gas that the Germans 're using-"

"That must be it! Gas!" Toro yelled.

"Ah, I see it's rubbing off," Namor joked.

"Shudap!" Torch took a swing at Namor, knocking his hat off in the process.

It fell to the ground with a loud, "Thud! Clunk, clunk!" Namor moaned and picked it up, put it back on his head, and continued walking.

"So, we're gonna go back to Russia?" Toro walked ahead of the three men, bacwards.

"Yes, but you're not," Torch knew that Toro could be hurt, or wose. He didn't want to take the chance.

"What!?!" Toro's mouth dropped open.

Torch drug him over to an allyway and knelt down, "It's too dangerous, Kid. You arn't going." He said, "Dickson 'll take you back to London and you can stay with Jacky for awhile. No big deal." But to Toro, he knew it was a big deal.