Free Web NovelChapter 44: 44: I’ve got a billion-dollar deal about to fall through
In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.
~ Abraham Lincoln
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"Ahh~ yes~!! Ug~!"
Hillel had only been pounding Annie for two hours now.
Seeing her go limp, he smirked, "Alright, take some time to catch your breath."
Hillel quickly dressed up and flew out of the window.
He stopped three mugging attempts, one robbery, helped an old lady cross the road, saved three people from a burning building, took a car-accident survivor to the hospital, and helped a kitty come down a tree. All the while, making sure that bystanders recorded it.
Swoosh~!
"Alright, I’m back! Let’s continue!"
Pa! Pa! Pa!
And started pounding Annie for another hour.
As for Annie.. She had already thrown every question out the window and was completely focused on the battle in front of her.
"Oh FUCK! At this rate, I don’t think I’ll be able to walk. But don’t stop! Harder~~!"
Pa! Pa! Pa!
But right then Hillel’s phone started ringing.
♫I-I-I got this feeling, yeah, you know
Where I’m losing all control
’Cause there’s magic in my bones~♪
He picked up. "Hah.. Busy... Do not disturb."
Beep!
Annie wasn’t comfortable on her back so she flipped over onto her stomach.
"Ahh~!"
"That’s right, squeeze those walls, grip it tight!"
A few seconds later the phone rang again.
"I’m gonna cu—"
♫I-I-I got this feeling, yeah, you know—
"Fuck it. If it’s about the electricity, call me later, and if you are a scammer from Bangladesh, I’ll personally visit you, alright?"
Hillel answered. Starlight barely caught her breath.
"The Guardian, I know reproduction is important for human civilization and that burst of heat produces a lot of high-energy protein, but right now we need some serious torque!"
The caller was someone Hillel didn’t expect. Queen Maeve.
"Your way with words is like an adult bicycle. I’m balls deep right now and about to explode. You get that?"
Faint screams came from Maeve’s side, mixed with Homelander trying to calm people down. From his tone you could tell he was barely holding back his laser eyes.
The two of them seemed to be on some rescue mission.
"There’s a job that needs you to make a trip," Queen Maeve cut to the point.
"Does it pay?"
"Uh, you’ll get the gratitude of nearly two hundred people plus my personal friendship."
"Not enough. I’ve got a billion-dollar deal about to fall through. I don’t have time to chat."
Hillel hung up. Starlight pressed her hand on his shoulder, golden light flickering in her eyes.
"Maeve doesn’t call for nothing. It must be serious."
"I already told you, billion-dollar business..."
Less than two seconds later the phone rang again. Hillel was about to turn it off when he saw it was Homelander and picked up.
"Hey, bro, help me out!"
No way. Homelander! I haven’t seen you for a few hours and you’re already this pathetic?
"You are the fucking Homelander. What problem could you possibly not solve?"
Hillel was still in the mood to joke, but Homelander on the other end sounded like he was about to lose his shit.
"Get over here quick. We’re on a plane and terrorists have hijacked it."
"Are these terrorists all supes on average to have the balls to hijack your plane?"
Queen Maeve’s voice cut in next to Homelander. "Cut the bullshit and get here! There are kids on board. If you save them, I’ll do anything you want!"
Hillel’s eyes lit up. Oh? The plane incident from season 1!
"Alright!"
Hillel leaped off the apartment balcony. A sonic boom exploded behind him as he shot up to thirty thousand meters in seconds.
At Mach 30 it took him less than twenty seconds to lock onto the target.
A Boeing 767 was dropping fast toward the Atlantic.
The left engine was completely dead. The right one was belching black smoke and barely hanging on.
The cockpit nose had been sliced open and the instrument panel was trashed. One look and you knew it was Homelander’s work.
The whole fuselage was shaking violently. Hillel slowed down, hovered beside the plane, and used X-ray vision to check inside.
One hundred and thirty-seven passengers were in total panic. Most were curled up in their seats. Two terrorist corpses lay in first class.
A rescue that should’ve been easy as shit had been turned into this mess by Homelander.
Homelander and Queen Maeve stood together. Maeve wanted him to lift the plane, but Homelander had no leverage in the air. Unlike Hillel he didn’t have a bio-field, so one wrong move and he’d punch straight through the fuselage like it was tofu. freewebnøvel.coɱ
The wind howled. Hillel tore open the cockpit door like a god and slipped inside.
He turned around and welded the door back into place. The move was pointless, but he liked showing off.
"The Guardian! You’re here!" Homelander looked genuinely happy to see him.
Queen Maeve breathed a sigh of relief. With both of them working together they should be able to save this plane.
"What’s the situation?" Hillel asked.
"The controls are fucked, engines are wrecked. This thing is basically scrap metal now," Queen Maeve said quickly.
Hillel glanced at her. "What was it you said on the phone earlier?"
Queen Maeve paused. "Huh?"
"You said you’d do anything, right? You said that."
Queen Maeve’s face twisted. Homelander looked awkward too. "Is this really the time to talk about that?!"
"Of course it is. What if I misheard? Say it again."
Homelander jumped in fast. "Hey brother, you might not know but we used to date for a while and, you know... plus don’t you have Starlight?"
Hillel told Homelander to go calm the passengers, then crossed his arms and stared at Queen Maeve. She gritted her teeth.
The plane was still dropping fast. Altitude down to six thousand feet. Two little girls inside the cabin were watching them.
"Yes! Anything! Now hurry up and save the people!"
"That’s what you said." Hillel smiled. Then he flew out through the hole in the cockpit.
Homelander leaned closer. "You really agreed to give it to him?"
Queen Maeve snorted. "You two are cut from the same cloth. Neither of you is any good!!"
Hillel flew straight under the plane, adjusted his position, and expanded his bio-field outward from his body.
The whole aircraft got covered. The falling speed started to slow. Hillel felt like he was holding up a leaf.
The little girl by the window pressed against the porthole and saw the black figure underneath casually holding up the entire plane.
"Oh my God!" Something even Homelander couldn’t do, The Guardian was handling like it was nothing?
More and more passengers crowded against the windows to look. Queen Maeve and Homelander did the same.
"Didn’t you say you couldn’t lift it? Why can he?"
Homelander looked confused. "I don’t know! Logically at this angle he should have punched straight through the fuselage!" freewёbnoνel.com
"Bullshit!" Queen Maeve muttered.
"Really. You think I haven’t tried? My strength easily goes through a fighter jet. I have no idea how he does it!"
Homelander felt wrongly accused. If he’d known he would’ve just let the damn plane crash and saved himself from Maeve thinking he wasn’t trying hard enough.
"The Guardian!! It’s The Guardian!!" Someone yelled. Then the whole plane erupted in cheers.
At least they weren’t all just screaming "Thank God."
[137 passengers in the cabin — Emotional outburst: gratitude, worship, the ecstasy of surviving a disaster]
[Ability Points gained: +12,847]
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[Key character · Homelander — Emotional change: shock, inferiority, jealousy (slight), relief (brother is strong)]
[Ability Points gained: +3,934]
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[Key character · Queen Maeve — Emotional change: shock, admiration, relief, anxiety about the promise]
[Ability Points gained: +3,567]
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