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The guard said, "This thing is one with me."
Obviously, he hoped that would make Gamora give up.
But she wasn't going to surrender that easily.
"I have a solution," she replied coldly.
Then, without hesitation, she twisted the guard's arm, snapping it.
Since the bracelet was "part of him," her solution was simple—take *him* with it.
Meanwhile, Star-Lord had already gotten hold of a prosthetic leg and was running off with it—only to bump into an armed guard head-on.
"Put that leg down and return to your cell," the guard said, pointing his gun.
Star-Lord slowly set the leg on the ground, seemingly obedient.
The guard relaxed—but only for a second.
In a flash, Star-Lord grabbed the leg and swung it like a club, knocking the gun from the guard's hands. A second swing knocked the guard out cold.
Star-Lord grabbed the fallen gun, glanced around, then moved forward—until a drone flew in behind him.
Without hesitation, he spun, fired, and kept firing until the drone exploded. Then, with his leg and gun in hand, he ran off again.
"Haha!" Rocket and Groot were still blasting away, holding their ground.
"Rocket!" Gamora's voice cut through the noise.
Rocket turned and caught the bracelet she threw at him. Groot stepped forward to help steady him as he caught it.
"Let's head for the guard tower!" Rocket yelled.
Groot quickly grew taller, forming a ladder from his extended limbs. Rocket climbed up, and Star-Lord ran to catch up.
He didn't ask questions—just started climbing.
But before he got far, another drone approached.
Star-Lord cursed his luck. The drone prepared to attack—but suddenly, a hand grabbed it mid-air.
The drone was yanked down violently and torn apart by brute strength.
Star-Lord looked and saw Drax standing there.
Without a word, Drax began climbing beside him.
Up in the tower, the guard saw what was happening and frantically called for backup. "All prison guards, arm yourselves and—"
He stopped.
Two alarms blared. He turned toward the door in horror.
Star-Lord and the others stood there, staring him down.
Outnumbered five to one, the guard raised his hands and surrendered immediately.
Groot grabbed him and tossed him out of the tower like garbage.
Once they secured the tower, Gamora spotted Drax. She glared at Star-Lord. "How did *he* get in?"
Drax squirmed under her gaze. "Don't look at me with those evil eyes!"
Star-Lord shrugged. "We promised to help him find and kill your boss. I'm a man of my word."
He added under his breath, "Besides, I was afraid he'd kill me if I said no."
Gamora rolled her eyes and turned away.
Star-Lord handed Rocket the prosthetic leg. "Let's get started."
Rocket looked at it, blinked, and said, "Oh, I was just kidding about that. These two things"—he pointed to the battery and the bracelet—"are all I actually needed."
"What?" Star-Lord stared in disbelief. "I paid thirty thousand for that!"
Rocket just chuckled and ignored him.
Suddenly, more drones gathered outside, blasting the bulletproof glass. Everyone flinched.
Drax asked, "How do we get out?"
Star-Lord pointed to Rocket. "He's got a plan!"
"Yup!" Rocket said, fingers flying over the console.
Outside, a shoulder-mounted cannon locked onto the tower.
"Fire one!" the lead guard commanded.
*Boom!*
The glass cracked.
Gamora shouted, "Rocket! Anytime now!"
"Don't rush me!" Rocket snapped, working faster.
Drax muttered, "I know this animal. We used to roast them as kids. Tasted juicy."
Rocket spun and shouted, "Not the time!"
The cannon fired again.
Cracks deepened.
"All guards, prepare to fire!" the commander ordered. "Three, two—"
Rocket yanked a bundle of wires from the panel and jammed one into the battery.
"One!"
The countdown ended. Gunfire erupted.
But suddenly—
*Weightlessness.*
Everything outside the tower floated. Guards, drones, weapons—everything.
Rocket had shut down the gravity system across the prison—except for inside the guard tower.
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