Drake and Ameristar are struggling their way through a swamp.
"Man, I'm never gonna get the stunk out of this suit now. I don't know how I'm gonna talk Blackburn into giving me a new one either."
"Blackburn? Who's that?"
"Oh, uh, Blackburn was my partner back in Milwaukee. The person I got all my tech, funding, and research from for my crimefighting activities. I was just the dumb muscle."
"Just as I expected."
"Ha, ha, ha. Seriously though, Blackburn was the heart of the operation but I got all the glory because I was the guy in the fancy suit. I'll deny it if you ever tell anyone I said that though. We didn't really part on good terms though, so I'm pretty sure I'm gonna be stuck with a suit that smells worse than our headquarters. Why can't I just let the dragon out and have him fly us there."
"The tower is overgrown, we wouldn't be able to spot it from the air. We'll have to see it up close or we won't recognize it."
"Fine, but you're getting my cleaning bill. The glove was probably already a complete loss anywa.."
With a loud splash, brake is pulled under the brackish water. "Drake! Drake!" Ameristar searches for him frantically when she is sent flying by a large wave. When her vision clears, she sees Drax biting at a huge snake that's wrapped around him. He pulls is off with a muscular yank and sends it flying.
"I doubt he was expecting that!"
"Er, yeah. Me too," Ameristar mutters as she struggles to her feet.
"Drake wants to take over again so I can concerve my energy. At least that's what he says." Drax winks at Ameristar as Drake takes over again.
"Just what I need, a dragon with a bad sense of humor. As much as I'm enjoying our little stroll, I'd kinda like to get to this tower we're hunting for."
"I think we're almost there just a little further... "Ameristar consults her map and points vaguely "...that way."
