"So tell me somethin', Subby, what're we gonna do again?" Torch gave a puzzled look to Namor.

"*Sigh* We're going to get over to Russia, check this thing out and if it's nothing, we all go home and have a nice life 'till the next war pops up."

"Whatever," Dickson didn't know what was worse, listening to Namor and Torch babble or being in the same room with Toro for two minutes. At least they'd dropped him off in London.

Suddenly a smile appeared on Torch's face, "Are we there yet? Are we there yet?"

Namor glanced back, "Dickson, if you ever, ever come up with a good reason for me to strangle him, please feel free to tell."

Dickson rolled his eyes then laughed out loud. Although they were annoying, Torch and Namor still made him laugh.

"Oops, we've got trouble. We're going to enter a 'No Fly Zone' in about two minutes. We stay low, we stay safe, but after that we're in German territory," Namor pointed to a map. "That clear?"

"Yup."

"Got'cha, Subby."

"Alright, then here we go," Namor floored it. In a bout two seconds they'd gone from about 350 mph. to 500.

"Uhg, can we got back? I left my stomach back there somewhere," Torch slunk down in his seat moaning.

Getting past the 'No-Fly Zone' was easy comapered to dodging flak, but it sure took long enough.

Namor again took out the map. "See," he said pointing to a slightly darker area of the water, "this dark spot is enemy territory, the lighter is Allied. It takes longer to go around this bulge in the German zone, so we go through it."

"Great plan, I'd never think to fly straight into a wall of flak," Torch mocked. Sleep was getting to everyone, even him. Dispite him being an android, at least three hours per night was still required, that was nearing overtime.

Dickson yawned, showing again that a lack of sleep afected everyone. "Can we get some sleep after this? I didn't know 'globe hopping' nessesarily ment the entire globe," another yawn followed.

The same Russian airbase was their landing strip. (See the first few issues o' this thing) They quickly made their way to an outpost closer to the front, but even there people were on guard. Everywhere they turned officers wanted their name, rank, and serial number. Namor calmly told them each time that if they ever asked him again he'd disconnect their heads. That got some off their case, for awhile, anyway.

A few officers there explained that the attacks had stopped for the moment and that many of the affected had recovered. This led Torch to belive that the Germans probably needed another shipment of the stuff sent from Germany, or where ever they made the stuff.

The front wasn't what anyone'd call a nice place. Although Russia defended the ground feircly, they were losing, and quick.

MIGs flew overhead as they got closer and closer to the lines. They had borded a jeep and were getting closer to an outpost that stood next to a medical building, one of the only ones that close to the battle.

As they waited patienly, the driver decided to speak up, <We need more heroes gaurding the front here. It's good that you Amerikans decided to come. After all, we need all the help we can get.>

Dickson replied, <We're all friends, everybody looks out for each other.> He cocked his head, <Didn't catch the name.>

<Jobosky, Jobosky Lemount. I drive people everywhere, but never real super-heroes,> Jobosky looked back and smiled.

At the base, Jobosky followed them in. Showing them around was what he'd been ordered to do, especially since he'd been there before delivering ammo.

An officer breifed them on what they were supposed to do, it involved sneaking past the lines and getting into a base that was rumored to house the scientist that developed the gas. A new type of nerve gas could turn the tides of the war, especially if it blonged to the wrong side.

As they prepared to go, Jobosky walked up, <Uh, hello, guys. Where are you going in such a hurry?>

Namor looked up, <And why would you care?>

<Just wonderin',> the young Russian turned to leave.

"Aw, man, Namor, why'd you tell 'em off?"

"Because, Matchstick, if he gets too nosy it could mess up this whole operation," Namor fixed his glare on Torch.

"Oookaaay," Torch struck a defensive pose, hands in the air.

Not known to them, Jobosky had been listening. Also unknown to them was that Jobosky knew English. He'd learned a great deal from the soldiers that came from the front, mostly Englishmen at that.

Torch kicked himself for questioning Namor, no one in the world was stupid enough to do that! Well, he thought, save one.

As soon as they were ready it was close to dusk. The sun shined quite nicely on the clouds as it went down, almost all the sky glowed with a red-orange tint.

As they made their way across the border, which ment of course somehow getting past the front, Torch spoke up, "Hey, I'm curious why they didn't send some spy or agent through, why us?"

"Just answered your own question, Torch. Us is why. We don't serve just one country, we serve the Allies, America, Great Britain, Atlantis, you know. Even Russia. That means they'll just say it was an accident, serving your country stuff. Russia can't get into any trouble. Russia's one of the Allies," Dickson explained.

"Oh. That's cool."

"Clear?"

"Clearer than when Frank tries to say somethin'," Torch smiled. He looked at Dickson. "It'sbecauseeverythinghesayscomesoutthisfastandheneverstopstalking," Torch blurted out everything so fast it made his mouth hurt.

"Ha!" Namor couldn't help but laugh, Torch did a pretty good impression of the super-fast Bob Frank, AKA The Whizzer.

"Y'know, you do that to his face an' Maddie 'll make sure you never talk again," Dickson punched an imaginary person.

"Got a point, but-"

"Zooommm!" Another MIG whizzed by.

Torch just sighed.

Not far behind, a man followed them, staying out of sight by hiding behind AA guns and scattered bushes. <Thank god they didn't decide to fly,> he mumbled to no one.

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