THIRTY NINE
HIGH ABOVE the New York City skyline, Dragomir hovered to gather his organization into an acceptable flight formation. With a twitch of his wings he reached back and retrieved Woden's silver spear to make use of it.
“It is time we took the reins back.”
Nukeman, Barby, Shifty, Quakestorm, and Pandora fell in behind him in the shape of a V.
“I've waited quite long enough for this day.”
Dragomir drew back his arm. Gungnir sailed down silently, trailing blue sparkling residue in its wake. The spear blasted a hole into the side of the United Nations building, and Dragomir dove inside to follow it in.
His clique invaded the General Assembly chamber, high above the cowering human diplomats. His spear had lodged itself in the precise center of the marble podium. As his wings flap
