Zone C -- Megacity One

[Deadpool]

After the unlikely duo retrieved the green package—and Jak showed Deadpool some bogus paper with picture-language (perhaps from his home world, where people were too dumb to ready letters, so they resorted to pictures)—they scurried across the remainder of the parking lot, and rushed towards the entrance of the steel mill.

”How much do you bench, bruh?” the mercenary asked, imitating a shitty New Jersey guido accent.

“More that you!” Jak retorted.

They stopped at a pair of iron-cast doors, and flanked its sides to remove the metal beam barricading it. Deadpool grabbed one side, Jak the other. With a synchrony of groans, they lifted the beam just enough to allow it to tumble over its supporting latches; when it thudded against the ground, the mercenary could feel its reverberations.

Jak reached over, and before Deadpool could react, snatched one of his katanas. He shrewdly lodged the tip of it between the double-doors, and began to pry it open. The hinges shrieked as heavy shavings of rust flaked from them; soon they gave in, allowing one of the doors to creak open.

Deadpool cheered. ”I knew you'd wind be useful for something other than big dick jokes!”

“Shut up.”  Jak tossed Deadpool his katana, and smirked when the mercenary noticed that the blade was now warped.

Deadpool cringed as his eyes ran over blade. ”Well, at least we're at a steel mill. Perhaps I can fix this; if not, I'll just bash it straight over your skull.” Unable to sheathe it, he loosened his utility belt, and wedged it there, fixing it so the blade couldn't slice his hip. ”Ok, when we enter here, promise you won't sue me down the line for asbestos or black lung, or some shit.”

“What?” Jak's face looked as if a  toxic fart stung his nostrils.

”Exactly.”

Jakpool moving from C1 to C2