Continued from Part Eight That night, at a private airport outside Philadelphia, the Sword stood in his uniform, Dark Mystic beside him. Mystic grinned. “Only three left to go.” The Sword frowned. “Four: Revelator, the Empress, the Defender, and Captain Revolution.” Mystic laughed. “Oh, come on. It’s hardly necessary to hold up the flight for…
Continued from Part Seven Two weeks later, Jesse Miller’s terry cloth bathrobe hung loose as he stood on his recently stained deck, staring at the stone wall surrounding his massive property in the suburbs of Philadelphia. He pulled a 9mm revolver from his pocket. Not as effective as the Sword’s blade, but far less suspicious. Jesse…
Continued from Part Six After calling Major Karmokov, he changed his van’s tires, put his shirt and coat back on, and drove to his headquarters, an old garage on the outskirts of town. Upon entering the garage, the Defender sighed. Did the Sword have to see the garage this way? The smell of grease was…
Continued from Part Four The lights went off as the subway car traveled beneath Philadelphia. The lights came back on. The Sword could probably go a little easier on his afternoon workout. He had to travel tomorrow. At least he’d be flying first class. Little was worse than being scrunched together in coach. “Give me…
Continued from Part Three. The Sword exited through the open window and, with his blade, glided down to the sidewalk. He reached into a small pouch in his belt and felt the thick plastic of his lifetime subway pass. With nothing to track, he could more easily ride the subway home. Not only that, he…
Continued from Part Two Twenty minutes later, Jesse stood on a rooftop wearing the Sword’s silver bronze-age style battle helmet and black tonksium and Kevlar costume. He pulled out his blade from the sheath on his right hip. The Sword placed his blade on the ground. “Blade, expand!” The blade grew to roughly the size…
Continued from Part One Jesse Miller stifled a yawn in the sanctuary’s fourth row. He had to remember-he wasn’t here for the Mega-church pastor’s usual boring sermon, but for the state-of-the-art children’s programming. Securing his son’s future made an hour of tedium worthwhile. Jesse stared up at the big-screen plasma television, where the fair-haired, lanky…
Dark Mystic soared over Philadelphia, defying gravity by the sheer force of Jalzabel’s rage within him. He swooped down, clawed his two dark-suited tormentors, and darted back into the smoggy, twilight sky. The older of the men in black, Carden, fired a dart that hit Mystic’s shoulder. Strength sapped from his body, hurtling him earthward….