As the duo arrive at the airport, they head over to the private hangar section. Opening the doors, Polaris reveals a a biplane.
"This is how we get to America?"
"It runs off of my energy, courtesy of you and Arris."
"Right... Well, America awaits!"
With their bags loaded, Polaris and Archimedes take their seats. "CONTACT!" The radial engines roars to life. Blue flames spitting out of the exhaust as the old planes taxis onto the runway.
"Sir! They're getting ready to fly!"
"SHOOT THEM! DO NOT LET THEM INTO THE SKY!"
The two agents crash through the fence, SUV in pursuit of the plane. Bullets whizz past the plane.
"UM POLARIS! STEP ON IT!"
"HOLD ON!"
The plane begins increasing speed as the SUV continues the chase. As the plane runs down the runway, Polaris begins glowing orange as does the engine and exhaust.
"NOW WOULD BE A GREAT TIME TO HOLD ON!"
"RIGHT!"
Polaris sheds his human form revealing his star form. The agents open fire, but the biplane's engine rocket flames out of the exhaust as the biplane which should be an easy catch rips upwards. The SUV screeches to a stop as the agents watch the two rocket straight into the sky.
"OH MY GOD!"
"HELL YEA!"
Archimedes opens his eyes to see the plane over the city. When something catches his eye, flying swiftly towards them.
"POLARIS! LOOK!"
The star looks to see a jet streak past them. It's engines emitting green energy.
"HOLD ON! I'M NOT LETTING HIM SHOOT US DOWN!"
The biplane enters a nose dive towards the city, with an American F-35 hot on their trail. Polaris drops the planes behind a skyscraper as a missile slams into the building.
"Too close!"
"Right, we gotta keep him off us. Put your mask on, I'm going to leave streaks of fire in the sky."
Polaris takes the biplane back up to height as the F-35 reengages them. "Not today you tech-freak." Polaris inserts a fuel line into his body and begins compressing the hydrogen within himself. The F-35 closes in on them as Polaris begins channeling energy straight into the engine. The radial engine begins to glow orange as the biplane begins streaking across the sky. The once F-35 behind them had become a man with jets and wings.
Flight....
"YOU SHALL NOT LEAVE HERE!"
"UNFORTUNATELY FOR YOU.... I CLAIM YOUR SUN!"
The once darkened skies over Germany began to light up as the sun crested the horizon.
"NOOOOO!" Flight lunged at Polaris only for the ball of light to send energy for Polaris to consume. He then forced that energy into the engine, making the biplane disappear leaving behind a trail of fire in the skies now a warm orange.
The biplane shakes as everything moves past the two in a blur of light.
"W-We need to slow down!"
I KNOW! I'M TRYING BUT THE CONTROLS AREN'T RESPONDING!
WHAT!
The biplanes hurdles across the Atlantic in under seven minutes. Now a barreling fireball heading straight for New York City.
"WHAT DO WE DO?"
"HOLD ON! I'M FORCING A WATER CRASH!"
Polaris point his hand into the air are fires off energy forcing the plane into a nose dive. Polaris grabs Archimedes and their bags, leaping from the plane, which slams into the water, destroying their ride to America.
As Polaris lands on the shoreline, Archimedes vomits and coughs.
"N-Never again."
"Right. The map put Kbar in Brooklyn. We have ground to cover and not enough time to get there."
They hail a cab once they reach the street and head to Brooklyn. As the cab enters Brooklyn, they arrive at an abandoned warehouse. The gray outline of a sign that once read "P.I Kerosene Inc."
As the two make their way inside the sound of a revolver cocking stops them.
"Alright you morons. Best find a better place to loot.... Wait, you're not intruders." Said a man in a grey trench coat and fedora with a thick Brooklyn accent.
"I see your colorblindness didn't stop you from accessorizing."
"Had my secretary pick it out. Like it?"
"It suits you Kbar."
"This shit woulda had Baby Ruth breaking his neck."
"Right."
"So what are you two doing here? Ain't in any trouble are you?"
"We're getting the band back together."
"You serious?"
"Very."
"Fuck yea. My guess is you need the location of the others?"
"We have a general idea...."
"Nope, for once I'm ahead a ya. They work construction in NYC. They're at a bar around this time. Come on, I'll take youse."
The two follow Kbar into the garage section of the warehouse. A black Drusenburg Model J is parked ready for them to make an exit from the building. Kbar hopes in the drive seat, Polaris next to him, and Archimedes in the back. Kerosene fires up the the large motor and leaves the warehouse only to find themselves boxed in by Flight's goons.
"I take it youse didn't expect company?"
"Not unless you were."
"Nope, fucking blocking us in.... Hang on."
Kbar drops the car into second gear spins up dust and gravel at the soldiers before reentering the warehouse crashing through the back onto the street. As the drusenburg rips into traffic, Kerosene drops a gears and floors it. The old car rips through traffic as blacked out SUVs chase them.
"Ole Flight's goon?"
"Right on the money as usual KBar."
"Then we gotta beat feet to New York City. Hold on, we gonna make the Indy 500 look like a bunch of kids going in circles."
"BUT THAT'S WHAT THEY DO!" Shouted Archimedes holding on for dear life.
The Drusenburg swerves onto the freeway as Kbar has everyone of those inline eight cylinders firing.
"Polaris for CHRIST SAKE! GRAB A GUN AND SHOOT BACK!"
"There are too many civilians in the way!"
"FUCK! ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, JUST KEEP THEM OFF ME!"
The Drusenburg flies into New York City as the SUVs open fire at them. "Once I'm close to the bar, you two hop out! Polaris, load up that tommy gun would ya?"
"Got it!"
As Polaris loads the guns, Kbar pushes the car to its limits. As they reach the street of the bar Kbar guns it.
"JUMP!"
Archimedes and Polaris jump and roll out of sight as the SUVs chase after the car. The two run into the bar where Powerdrive, Arris, Veldspar and Hexxit are drinking.
"Well I'll be. If it ain't the builder and the leader!" Said Powerdrive hugging Archimedes.
"We don't have time to talk, but we're getting the band back together. Kbar is keeping Flight's soldiers distracted."
"Fuck it, we're all in."
"Dah. We hate the fucking city." Said Veldspar taking a swig of the Russian vodka.
As the group pays their tab, they exit the bar to find Kbar doing donuts in the car, opening fire at the SUVs. "HURRY! GET IN!"
The group hops in as Kbar stops doing donuts and they tear down the street.
"Well where to next boss?"
"Vegas. Flight's got the portal gear locked up there. We're busting out of this fucking hellscape!"
As the Drusenburg trips across the state of New York, Flight lands and assesses the damage to his operation.
"How in the fuck did you get bested by a colorblind private eye in a car... FROM THE 1920s!?"
"Sir, despite him being colorblind...."
"I got pretty good aim for seeing the world like a talking picture show." Said Kbar as they pass the Now leaving New York sign.
Hexxit smiles as he tunes the radio to "Mr. Blue Sky" on the radio as they race across the country.
The survivors were finally back together.