Crossover Chronicles – Chapter 7: Flight of the Misfits
Crossover Chronicles – Chapter 7: Flight of the Misfits The dust from the destroyed Antarctic dome swirled like a neon snowstorm, sparkling with leftover sparks from rogue microwaves and crackling circuits. The war with The Collector, Mr. Burns, and Smothers was over… at least for now. Sgt. Salty emerged from the wreckage, trench coat flapping, cigar stub glowing faintly despite the cold. He squinted at the ragtag group of heroes, misfits, and reality stars assembled in the ruins. “All alive, mostly intact,” Salty said, rubbing his hands together. “Which, considering this morning, is a miracle and a minor miracle bonus.” Dillon, still nursing a graze across his arm from the last drone attack, gave a tired smile. “And I thought dealing with clones was bad.” Buffy Summers twirled her stake one last time. “At least I got to stab things. And not once did anyone ask me to wear sequins.” Lauren Conrad adjusted her neon aviators, looking around at the frozen, debris-strewn landsc...