Continued from Part Four Captain Justice drove the rental white SUV. Junior griped for the thousandth time, “This is worse that the Justicemobile!” “It was this or the yellow Aveo.” “The planet would prefer the Aveo.” Cardin said, “My knees are grateful to not have to sit behind you in a compact, thank you.” They…
Continued from Part Three The sleek dark blue Justicemobile stopped outside a federal office building. Captain Justice smiled. “This car han-dles like a dream.” “Too bad it’s an environmental night-mare,” Junior said. “Are you trying to take the joy out of everyone’s lives or just mine?” “I just want to make sure we have a…
Continued from Part Two The Sword sat on the porch of his English cottage. No way around it. This was all his fault. If it would make things better, he’d resign. But it was his job to get them off this rock. An arrow whistled through the air and slammed into the cottage three feet…
Continued from Part One Small Packages tightened his bow tie at the mini piano made to fit his eighteen inch body, watching his bro pace outside Speed Skater’s cabin. “You know you don’t have to go through with this.” Skyscraper said, “If-if-if-if n-n-n-n-ot n-n-n-now, then wh-wh-wh-when?” Small Packages sighed. His bro’s stuttering was worse than…
Commander Justice, Jr. whistled as he read his contract in the sidecar of the electric motor-cycle. “I thought I’d have to get a record contract to make this type of money.” Captain Justice asked, “You know that all goes to the Justice Foundation, right?” Junior frowned. “Why?” “I’m not going to get rich off being…
Continued from Part Twenty-One Revelator sat at his cottage’s fireplace, whittling a piece of wood with a knife, with all brain waves blocked except the pattern approaching the cottage. Jesse walked in. I’ve been a real jerk and need to apologize. “Yep,” Revelator said. “What are you saying yep to?” the Sword asked. Revelator continued…
Continued from Part Twenty Ian Bucknell sat still within his body, feeling as if Jalzebel had his demon fingers clenched tight over Ian’s mouth—and every other body part somehow, too. Markum, his human captor, grouched into a phone. “Look, the old man was retired and we didn’t know about the boy.” Jalzabel’s grip weakened. Ian…
Continued from Part Nineteen In the gym, Rick Westinghall watched the Business channel, as he lifted weights. “We now go live to Pittsburgh, where Sariah Miller, the acting president of Sword Comics, is announcing the launch of a new comic and the comeback of one of Amer-ica’s most legendary heroes.” The TV cut to Sariah…
Continued from Part Eightteen Small Packages stared up at the sun-less sky. “Bro, keep an eye out. Comman-der Justice will be back any second.” “I don’t know about that,” Revelator said. “He could make it home or—” “He’ll be back” The Sword paced. “Pantheon’s dead. Ice Cube’s dead. Texas Ranger’s dead. The Tarantula King’s dead.”…
Continued from Part Seventeen Captain Justice moved to one side of the room, Commander Justice, Jr. moved to other near the window. “Remember,” said Captain Justice, “make him angry.” Junior nodded. “Gotcha.” He screamed a vulgar insult about the Human Muscle’s mother. The Human Muscle charged at Junior, who jumped out of the way. The…