Continued from Part One

Acting Corporal A.L. Snyder stared at the growing pile of chips in front of his girl-friend as put she $5,000 on 00 at roulette.

The wheel spun and landed. The dealer shouted, “Number 17. Black.”

Snyder tugged on Amanda’s arm. “Ex-cuse me, Captain Greywolf. Important mat-ters to discuss.”

Amanda growled, “Not now.”

A burly voice boomed, “Ma’am, I’ll have to ask you to take your chips and leave this table.”

Snyder and Amanda turned to face a seven foot tall cop with golden blond hair. “It’s mighty suspicious for someone to win as much or as often as you have at this table. In order to ensure the games are fair for all the customers, the owners request that you change tables.”

Fair. That’s a laugh. The games are rigged, usually in the house’s favor, but thanks to the device hidden by my wig, I control the outcomes.

“Understood officer.” Amanda piled her winnings into a burlap sack.

They hurried away. Once out of the cop’s earshot, Snyder said, “Amanda, let’s cash out. You’re all caught up. You’re now a quarter million to the good.”

“You know what your problem is? You think small, Snyder. We’re going to break the bank. I’ll split the money with you 50-50. Then we can get married.”

“Get married?” I’m eighteen! I don’t want to even think about marriage yet! “Amanda, I’ve still got more than a year to serve, or I’m going to get strung up in Boise. No way will they let an officer marry an enlisted man.”

“Dread has his price, between five and ten percent of our pot probably. We’ll pay it and get our walking papers. One million to the judge in Boise and half a million to the prosecutor should get you a dismissal. Play my way, and you’ll be out of the Army, a free man, and my husband in three months, guaranteed.”

Snyder gave a half-hearted, “Great.”

But what if I like the Army, and just don’t enjoy the whole “under threat of death” thing?

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Clark Kent refuses to verify information that could get him released from jail. Perry White wonders, “What in the name of blue monkeys is going on?’

Original Air Date: August 15, 1941

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Continued from Part Four

Night Lord leaned back in his desk chair under his lair’s black light. How dare Marcos lord it over him! Marcos may have gotten rid of the reverend, but Night Lord had Power-house to contend with, and he was a much greater threat. “If you’re such a tough guy, why don’t you deal with Powe-house? You’re the one with a contract out on him.”

Marcos stiffened. “Yeah, so if you kill him, you get a nice 750 G bonus.”

“That’s it?”

“I can raise the price to 850 Gs, but that’s about all I can do.”

“How am I supposed to kill this guy on such a paltry wage?”

“You’re a bright boy; you figure it out—but don’t blow up anything that costs over a hundred thousand dollars to do it.”

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Continued from Part Seven

Captain Justice heaved a sigh of relief as the pain receded.

Dr. Baxter pulled the syringe out. “Cap, I expect you to take it easy and keep your leg elevated for two weeks, and be sure to put ice on it. See me back here then and we’ll evaluate what to do next. Usually, this injury takes 8-12 weeks to heal, but with your metabolism, you’ll make a remarkable recovery.”

Dr. Baxter drummed his fingers on his desk. “My medical opinion of your fitness to return to crime fighting is, once your injury heals, you can begin training. Your vitals were stable. What happened out there is you overdid it.”

“I didn’t do anything I wouldn’t have done when I was twenty-five.”

“You’re  not  twenty-five anymore. Not chronologically or physiologically. You’ve got to know your limits. In training you’ll establish those. During training, work eight hours a day, moving to ten after a month of training, and up to twelve after you’ve been out a while.”

“A forty hour work week? You’re kid-ding. Whoever heard of scheduling for a Superhero job?”

“The Sword, may he rest in peace. The Sword worked Monday-Thursday, 8-4:30, and Friday 8:00-Noon. He was on call on the weekends unless he was at the beach.”

I know bankers who work harder. “Who told you this?”

“The Commander. It miffed him.”

“If we had a city full of assistants like the Sword did, I guess I could schedule my life like that.”

“Something to think about.”

Captain Justice laughed. “Please, Doc. I’m not going to start Justice, Inc.”

“If you can get any help, take it.”

“People who can do my job are in short supply. Anyway, this medicine’s making me a little woozy. Can we go home?”

“Sure, but I’d also recommend adding more gadgets to your repertoire. It’ll give you an edge. ”

“Seems like cheating.”

“The only rule out there is stay alive.”

Dr. Baxter wheeled Captain Justice out into the empty parking lot of Baxter’s office.

Captain Justice heaved a sigh of relief. 

Thankfully, nobody else is around here on Sundays. Captain Justice in a wheelchair is embarrassing.

“One more thing, Cap. You need to tell your family. They deserve to know.”

Captain Justice groaned.

It’d be more fun to twist my knee again. Wally’s not going to be happy.

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Dr. Roebling fixes the voice machine and what he and Kent hear is startling.

Original Air Date: August 13, 1941

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Continued from Deadly Sins

“How do you want to play it? My gen-eral policy is to kill only in self-defense, but, in this case, I can make an exception. I can take her down from two hundred paces and be gone before anyone is the wiser.”

Jirel leaned back in the passenger seat, away from the aspiring hit man at the wheel of the Coke delivery van. Even cut off from direct communication, the Most High’s writ-ten instructions were clear that was out.

The question remained, though. How was Jirel going to protect his charge from the serial killer young Snyder was dating?

Jirel stared at the casino. The lights men thought glamorous only made his head pound and his stomach nauseous, combined with the filthy stench of every sin known to man. If they could smell themselves as they smelled to him, they’d be unable to bear it. Even the enemy despised the stench their work produced; they just found even more repugnant the notion any soul might smell better than them. “This is advanced warfare that you’re not prepared for.”

“There’s nothing on this earth that BlackJack McGraw isn’t prepared for.”

“Trust me. My people will handle this.”

“Excuse me? Army Intelligence, pres-ent company and Snyder excluded, is a bunch of sociopaths and morons.”

“My people aren’t in Army Intelli-gence.” Nor are they people, at least not as McGraw understands the term.

“Given a prophet directed me to you, I’m gonna believe you and let you do your thing. But get Snyder out of there. Ya hear?”

Jirel nodded. “Thank you for the infor-mation, Mr. McGraw. Now please get the rest of this Coke delivered, then return the truck to the person you stole it from, untie him, apologize, and make restitution.”

“You expect me to finish his route?”

“Mr. McGraw, this little stunt has put him hours behind. His employer is quite un-forgiving and will dock his pay if his route isn’t serviced and quickly.”

“How do you know this?”

Jirel stared at McGraw. It’d been so long since he’d had that much information about anything. For His own purposes, the Most High had been letting him experience the grim uncertainty the Fall had subjected man to. “I know Him who knows.”

He climbed out of the vehicle. “Get going, John Edward McGraw, Junior.”

McGraw sighed. “My back’s already hurting thinking about it. Next time I’ll steal a bakery truck.”

“Try not stealing at all next time.”

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Jack Roebling wants to smash his uncle’s voice machine. Can Clark Kent stop him in time?

Original Air Date: August 11, 1941

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Continued from Part Three

EZ handed over the dope and reached to take the money from his client. Ropes wound about them, tripping them.

EZ cursed.

Powerhouse flew down and whispered something EZ couldn’t make out. “What?”

“Tell Night Lord he’s hexed.”

EZ laughed. “Night Lord don’t believe in no hexes.”

“He’s next! Man, you can ruin a dramatic moment!”

EZ cursed out the white fool.

Sirens blared. Powerhouse flew away.

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Continued from Part Six

Small Packages strolled to a twisted Halloween tree that Captain Revolution had perched in. “Hey, Red.”

Captain Revolution sighed and glared down at him. “What is it now?”

“Could you jump from that tree to that one a few feet away?”

“I don’t think there’s any actual super hero among us who couldn’t manage that. It’s only about a four foot leap.”

“Champion took a blood test. Data Bank found traces of a sedative called Seconal.”

“You know how annoying Champion is when he can’t sleep. Even the snoring is not as bad. I can’t get to sleep.”

“So you decided to slip him a drug. Do you realize that Seconal is addictive, not to mention illegal without a prescription in the United States?”

“The Chinese government authorizes me to carry it on my missions. It’s come in handy more times than you’d imagine.”

“Well, per Champion’s request, you’re getting a new roommate, Tarantula King, and he doesn’t drink. Thanks to the accident that gave us the mutant spider we all know and love, alcohol makes him deathly ill.”

“I trust he doesn’t snore.”

“Nah, he webbed down at our pad in Chicago. Slept like a baby tarantula. But that leaves you without an alibi.”

Captain Revolution laughed. “Why do I need an alibi? Only you think  Dark Mystic wasn’t behind what happened to Defender. What even makes you suspect otherwise?”

“The murder didn’t fit his MO. The lack of a body isn’t his style. That, plus the blood on the Defender’s coat.”

“Why would finding blood on his coat be an issue?”

“The blood was thick on the outside of the coat, but thin on the inside, indicating the blood seeped from the outside of the coat to the inside rather than from the inside of the coat to the outside.”

“Meaning what?”

“Meaning that it looks really suspicious unless the Defender was wearing his coat inside out.”

“And you’ve picked me as the prime suspect to be the traitor.”

 “You declared your intent to violate his girlfriend because you’re a racist jerk and you know you’ll never get away with it as long as the rest of us are protecting her. You have no alibi because you drugged your roommate with an illegal sedative. You can easily leap from tree to tree without leaving tracks. Why shouldn’t I suspect you?”

Silence.

Small Packages said, “There’s one way to clear yourself.”

“And what is that?”

“Let Revelator scan your mind.”

“What if I don’t want to let him?”

“If you’re innocent, why not?”

Captain Revolution jumped down from the tree. “Very well. Oh, and, wherever you have that brother of yours hiding, have him come out.”

There goes my hope Captain Skinhead would panic and attack me.

“Come on, Skyscraper.”

Skyscraper came out from behind a large tree and joined them.

Clark, Lois, and Perry White  get to see Dr. Roebling’s voice machine in action.

Original Air Date: August 8, 1941

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