Not many things made Wade nervous despite the fact that he wasn’t anything special. There were no powers to back him up, but Wade had always been skilled with weapons. Carrying a sword into an event like this wouldn’t be allowed, so of course his jacket was packed with many, many knives instead. Of course, he also had his pistols named Hansel and Gretel just in case. Realizing Raven really didn’t want to talk to him anymore, he turned to the person on his left and whispered, “I am breaking the lock on that cage and no one will stop me.”
“I’ll help you,” Max whispered back. The pained cries from the animals had been calling to him since the circus arrived. He’d only snuck in to free them. And see the people perform, but mostly to free those caged animals.














