“I didn’t know they were going to show up here,” Chandler commented, “And I was thinking this whole time that they would find this place.”
“Well, in the otherworld, whenever there’s a lot of commotion, it’s not unheard of for one to have an easier time discovering traces of ‘disturbances’, Chandler,” Germania told him. “It’s sort of the reason why, whenever a major dogfight is underway, the Luftgeschwaders can use such events as a sort of reference point during navigation to wherever they are needed.”
“Never thought such a concept would even be plausible,” said Chandler. “But thanks for the explanation, Hannelore.”
“You don’t need to mention it, Chandler,” she instantly retorted.
Since the three were behind the Wise Man, he had to turn his…show more content… “Over in America, there are these places who someone called a ‘soda jerk’ make ice cream soda and milkshakes. Look, I have no idea why, but he brought with him this concoction that has a huge amount of protein in it, which he uses to restore his energy after intense physical work. He calls it a ‘protein shake,’ since it’s basically a ‘milkshake with a lot of protein.’” She continued, “And I know what you’re thinking: what’s an Ami doing here? The thing is, he has family here in the Fatherland, and so he got stuck here because of the War.” “That’s understandable,” commented Walther. Not long after making that comment, he soon felt someone’s hand gently wrapped around his left shoulder. Confused, Walther turned his head around, facing the person who had wrapped their hand on his shoulder. Even more confusing was the fact that it was the Wise Man, dressed in his ceremonial Bishop Dowell uniform, which made him stand out at a time like this. “Please don’t go,” Harold pleaded to Walther, “Just stay with us, dammit!” Then a blinding white light was shined over Walther’s surroundings, forcing him to cover his eyes.…show more content… Chandler the Fair, while Harold and the two Richardson siblings were conversing with one another, turned around and looked at the ginormous set of twin metal doors that lead straight into the hanger. He soon discovered that they were still closed shut. Realizing this, Chandler decided to bring this to the others’ attention. “Is there any progress being made on Joseph’s part?” The Godmother said to Chandler the Fair, “You mean the ‘progress’ being made by Joe in hacking the computer terminal that controls those doors?” Not long after asking that question to Chandler, a loud explosion occurred from where she and the three boys were positioned. “The thing is, for all I know, Joe’s probably taking his sweet time.” As Harold and Percival began to open up on the opposing force, she pointed at a concrete structure about two hundred yards from them, only accessible thanks to a still intact metallic staircase. “Hey if you like, Chandler, you can scold him about what’s taking so long. My brother, Harold and I will hold the rogues off our backs. Think you can get to the other side while we’re under heavy
