Helena was going to be cooking him dinner for a month after this.
He punched out the fourth Khandaqi guard he came across, dropping him in a single blow. Roy was being careful not to kill anyone, because that would start an international incident, and America could ill afford that. Of course, rescuing Helena from a psychotic dictator would achieve the same thing, but it was a matter of principle. He just hoped Adam hadn't decided to take any liberties with Helena during her incarceration.
He'd arrived three days ago in Qurac, and quietly set about procuring ground transportation (a camel) and provisions to make the trip across the desert. The advantages of living with a Native American medicine man paid dividends as Roy made his way across the terrain over the next couple of days, moving a bit slower than he wanted in order to avoid patrols. The last thing he needed was to be caught inside the Khandaq border; of course, that might also mean he got the cell next to Helena's.
But if he got locked up, there was no way to get them out.
Finally, inside the the palace, Roy kept to the shadows, sneaking room to room, hoping to find Helena's.
Unfortunately, he thought he heard someone coming around a corner and ducked into the first room with an unlocked door that he found.
Closing the door quietly, he noted that this room was warmer than most, but that wouldn't matter. He just hoped he hadn't walked into Black Adam's sauna.
He turned around.
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