The snake slithered over the white jacket and stopped next to Jimmy’s still breathing body. It touched the human’s cheek with its forked black tongue. “Nice moves.”
It rolled over three times and now the pirate re-appeared, standing over the unconscious thug. Quill reached down and dug through the pockets of the white pants. There was a jingle. Quill nodded and pulled out a handful of keys.
She walked over to the dark, solid metal door and carefully tried each key. Eventually, one clicked and the door swung outward into white light.
“Stop right there, whatever you are.” Quill couldn’t see yet because of the massive change in light levels but he knew it was the mask speaking, somewhere close.
“What if I can’t stop.” Quill squinted and began to make out the outline of a standing figure holding something metal. A box, maybe?
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