The three rode in silence. Tranch was focused on driving, Happy was petting and cooing towards Tank, and Brown Recluse was looking at the broach.
“So… uh… what’s so important about that broach?”
Brown Recluse took out the box and placed it inside, “It’s none of your concern.”
Happy frowned, “I think considering the fact that we are at the point where it is too dangerous to return to my hometown because a crazy spider lady is chasing after us, I have a right to know at least half the story.”
Brown Recluse sighed, then handed the heart back towards them, “It’s called Hera’s heart. It is a priceless broach crafted from the finest of gold and the most precious jewels. It is said to be crafted by the god Hephaestus himself.”
Happy looked at the broach, then looked at him, “That last part sounds fake.”
“It is.” He closed the box and put it back in his coat, “It has travelled from art museum to art museum before it found its permanent home on Counterfeit Island. Well, at least it would’ve been its permanent home.”
“Why? What happened?”
“We happened.” Brown Recluse said simply before turning away from them, “They were transporting the heart by air. A highly secured blimp, with the highest trained agents, with the most advanced of security technology. It would’ve been impossible to get in, and if one were to manage, it would be impossible to get out.
“We did, however, managed to find a weak point in the security system and easily shut down the alarms and traps. All we had to worry about was getting in. We had some of our men disguise themselves as security guards to let Black Widow and I in.
“It took a very long time to get in, we climbed through vents, hid in crates, until finally we found it. The Hera’s Heart, locked in a highly secured case in all it’s glory. I kept watch as Black Widow broke into the case. But little did we know that there was an alarm trigger that activated as soon as Black Widow picked up the broach. We ran as fast as we could, another agent came at us…
“…And that was how I got this scar.” Brown Recluse motioned towards his scar on the left side of his face.
“Wait? That scar? I don’t get it? Did you just run into him? Did he have a knife? Did you just bump into him?”
“That’s the half of the story you get to know.”
“Wait a minute! That was half the story? You mean there’s more to it?”
“C’mon, Clusey, tell the lady at least how you got out.”
“I’m nonbinary and I prefer they/them pronouns.”
“Oh, my apologies. Anyway else I should refer you as?”
“Happy Bean is just fine. I’m not exactly fancy.”
“Anyway,” Brown Recluse started, “Now I’m just trying to return it to its rightful place in the Counterfeit Museum before Black Widow finds us. We lost too much trying to get it back.”
“Any reason why you would want to do that?” Happy asked with a bit of scorn in their voice.
Brown Recluse didn’t answer.
The car was engulfed in awkward silence once again. Tranch tapped on the wheel nervously, “Who’s tired? Anyone tired? I know a place where we can stay for the night. Real nice place. We could even get room service, my treat.”
“Thank you, Tranch.” Happy looked out the window as Tank rubbed up against them to comfort them.
He didn’t respond.
“Alright…” Tranch let out, “I think we all need to rest for tonight.”