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By the time C.J. got the opening, Misty had revealed her deathtrap, and his jaw DROPPED.

"Holy s**t." C.J. growled, almost dropping the shotgun in the process. He kinda figured Deathstrike was gonna try to kill someone, but he didn't know that MISTY would either! Hurriedly he pointed the gun up to Yuriko, shaking.

"If'n you don't wanna be killed, I highly suggest putting your hands up!" C.J. said, the other carnies waited, wondering just what in the world had happened!

Misty didn't have time to block her attack. The punch snapped her head to the side, and she grunted out in pain. Not enough pain to throw her off though... Blackstone had broken her jaw enough times that it was more of a painful inconvenience than a k.o. hit.

She bought her arm up and hooked it around Yuriko's outstretched arm that had been used to hit her. Then she yanked the assassin forward, spinning herself to the side of the woman. Her other arm came up, elbow first into the back of the other woman's head.

That move surprised Lady Deathstrike, receiving the elbow to the back of her head. The Japanese cyborg wasn't dazed, but it still hurt. If one thing the last upgrade from Spiral did do -- Yuriko could feel again. This did unfortunately extend to register pain. However, Yuriko just took it as a reaffirmation that she was alive...

That was when C. J. Benoit made the mistake of hitting her with the rifle in the face!

"RAAAGHH!!! You swamp-infested misanthrope!!!" Yuriko was practically spitting out wood splitters at Benoit. Deathstrike swiped at Benoit with her clawed free hand -- missing the cajun but her claws rending the shotgun. Next, Yuriko's right hand latched on to Misty's shoulder, embracing in Sapphire Spider's grapple. Then using her cyborg strength which could press ten tons, Yuriko swung her right arm with Misty latched on -- pivoting her body around.

With Misty swung around like a rag doll, Yuriko Oyama tried to hit Benoit WITH Misty!

"Swamp infested?!? I'm from MARYLAND, bonehead!!" C.J. growled, ducking before the shotgun and Misty were both being used against him. He looked at Paco and Frank.

"Get that switch locomotive from Siding four! I got a plan!" C.J. said, the two darting off before some of the security guards from the railroad pointed their firearms at Deathstrike.

"Drop the girl and put your hands where I can see them! NOW!!" the guards said as C.J. charged forward, tackling Deathstrike. Clearly getting angrier by the minute.

"Forget it, y'all. I'm sendin' her a** back to Hiroshima MYSELF!!!" he shouted.

When Deathstroke and Misty vanished, C.J. stood there for a few minutes. The paramedics were called for the guards as Leona looked at him, Benoit helping her to her feet.

"You alright, Leona?" C.J. asked as she nodded.

"I'm a little shook up but I think I'm okay." she responded, tears streaming down her face. Her beautiful railroad car . . . all those irreplaceable antiques. GONE!

Mr. Walcott himself staggered over to Benoit and looked at him. "Good gracious! What a catastrophe! What happened!?" Mr. Walcott asked as C.J. looked down, he was bloodied, but okay.

"I dunno. But I got a DAMN good belief who's behind it!" C.J. growled. Opening up his cell phone, he tried to give someone a call. Arell and Dundee were still out, but there was one person left he could rely on . . .

"Goddammit, Aiden pick up the ********' phone!" he cursed.

"Or, y'know, possibly going on whacked-out potential suicide mission with me against Fatass Fisk and his stupid little cronies."

C.J.! Behave yourself! Welcome back, Oncaro. Hope you're feeling better!

"If it wasn't my girlfriend stuck at Fisky's I'd be glad to change places with ya, Abby! YEESH! The s**t I put up with in this story arc . . . at least this time she don't have am-freakin'-nesia . . . sheesh."

C.J. smirked. "Hey, dude. Didn't mean to wake ya up again. Misty's in trouble . . . y'know, preggers (but not by me) girlfriend that I took to Gotham earlier? Yeah, Fat boy has her, and I need help springing her out. Wanna come with? Got a bottle of Jameson with your name on it . . ." he said, hoping to get him along. Benoit was going to need all the help he could get!

"C'mon, CC! Let's go save she-whose-story-helps-us-stay-employed!"

Wait, whose universe do you belong to anyways?

"Damned if I know!!"

C.J. was just about to say something when Aiden magically appeared in front of him. Hanging up his phone, he looked at him, at the writers and back at him.

"I wouldn't be quite that sure how to explain it, so don't worry." C.J. said, looking at the heavily damaged railroad car and back at the Irishman. "Well, look at it this way, the bad guys improved somewhat. Instead a' vampires, some she-b***h Wolverine wanna-be tried to kill me, warped in, trashed the train, and kidnapped Misty." he said, sparknoting the whole thing. "So yeah, great opportunity to get drunk and kick bad guy a**. If ya want, I can ask if she got a sister." he offered with a wink.

Mr. Walcott watched C.J., who was pacing back and forth when he mentioned that. "Perhaps the first order of bu-HIC!-siness is for you to go save that lovely young lady. We'll get some people to go with you." Mr. Walcott said before C.J. looked at him.

"It's okay. Run the show as it is. We'll get her and be back in time for the main acts. Just run the parade into town and make sure everyone is okay." he said before looking at Aiden. "I kinda figure Fisk has her . . . since he hired that thug that tried to kill me to kidnap her last time. Recognized her." he said, kinda surprised that his detective work got him to deduce the culprit's identity . . . although he didn't know her name!

"Oh yeah, we are from the same universe! I totally forgot about that!"

You WOULD forget something important like that!

"Knew I could count on you, buddy-boy!" C.J. said and started walking back towards the rear end of the train. "C'mon, Aiden. I gotta get somethin' from the house . . . " he said as he walked. Well, some-ONE. he thought.

"Wait, you don't mean Snagglepuss in there, do you?"

Natch! We already got the brawler . . . hell, Aiden once socked Arell so hard, the big guy saw more stars than Hollywood's got! Besides, that little plot device may save our asses!

"Riiiight. Like it worked SO well for Arell, Dun' and Kai!"

Whatever . . .

C.J. came up to the railroad car and opened the door. Walking immediately to a cabinet right close to the fridge, he pulled out some Jameson for Aiden, some shotgun shells, a couple packs of crackers, a can of tuna and . . . is that a boxing glove attached to a bazooka?!?

"Sometimes, I wanna hit Fisk so hard it sends him flying. With THIS . . ." *pats bazooka* "I can send him and what's-her-name into ORBIT."

Abby . . . if you see a morbidly obese Marvel Villain up there, you'll know what happened, right?

Anyways, C.J. looked down at the cat. "Hey, fella. I'm gonna be gone for a li'l while to go find Misty again. Y'gonna be alright here or do ya wanna tag along?" he asked, scritchin' the little black cat's head.