A lone Sea ray, outfitted to be a two-seater, sits within one of the flooded drainage canals in Los Angeles. Beside it towers a Hydro-Viper, accompanied by an Eel. Crush Depth's voice speaks quietly through the filter of his mask, his thick German accent further distorted, "Zis Joe had better hurry up. Zese joint operations are alvays askink for trouble..." "Whatever you say, Chancey." The Eel crosses her arms, and looks up to her companion. "Shall well let 'im aboard, Crush Depth, or should we let the wee fella swim?" Not that Allicons have muscles. That Crush Depth is one baaad muthah. D'awwwww