All of the wondering and waiting for the other boot to drop with Atlantean tempers and reactions will have to wait. There is a thunderous noise from the doors. Then another. After a third, the doors to the room of challenges fly open, buckling under the force of a sufficiently determined Canadian powerhouse.
Jordan strides into the room without a word, just a glare for all about - then walks right up to Namor, shoving a parcel of papers, sheathed in plastic for protection from the water, at Namor.
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