Continued from Part Six An e-mail crossed Sariah Miller’s desk with the headline, “Awesome Comics Signs Real Life Superhero.” She opened the press release. A new hero named Janus had come on the scene and thwarted a hostage crisis. Awesome Comics had signed Janus to a six year, $18 million contract. Sariah’s eyes grew wide….
Continued from Part Five Jason Justice finished packing his vinyl thrift store suitcase. “Do I have everything?” His wife said, “Everything except me. Why do you have to go to Florida alone?” “Because my quarters there are in Captain Justice’s name and I couldn’t risk someone identifying you. And your four-legged patients would miss their…
Continued from Part Four Small Packages sat atop Commander Justice’s shoulder in Lord History’s seven-teenth century cottage’s living area. Lord History’s roommate, Captain Zion, sat in a rocker. Small Packages asked him, “Are you sure he hasn’t just gone on a long walk?” “No, he’s definitely missing.” “How do you know and don’t tell me…
Continued from Part Three Janus glanced down at himself, ad-miring the way his gold body paint shined in the sun-light streaming from the balcony window. He pulled a knife from his loin-cloth’s belt and threw it at the target on the wall. The knife landed square in the middle of the Sword’s helmeted face. Janus…
Continued from Part Two Perched on a baseball-sized sulfurous rock, Small Packages kicked at pebbles the same size as his feet. “Is this going to take much longer?” Data Bank said, “Hold your horses. I’ve got thirty pieces of cloth to compare. Why did you do so many?” “We figured an arrow made the hole…
Continued from Part One Jason Justice paced the master bed-room’s pink shag carpet. His wife opened the bedroom door, wrinkling her pug nose in that cute way Marlene did when nervous. “Jason, they’re here.” He swallowed. “Time to face Wally.” Marlene pulled brushed back a lock of her golden hair. “Honey, honestly, you act like…
Continued from Fifth Column “We’re running out of heroes.” Small Packages stared over the cliff’s edge at the costume of the Sword’s sidekick, Revelator. The Sword took off his helmet, knelt, and began to weep. “Laban, oh dear God, no.” The eighteen-inch-tall full grown man looked up at his boss. “Sword, it’s okay.” “It’ll…
Continued from Part Nine Powerhouse followed a woman’s scream to the projects. He scanned the building with his x-ray vision. In the second apartment, a man had her in a headlock with a gun to her throat. “This looks like a job for Powerhouse!” He burst in through the window. The man released the woman….
Continued from Part Eleven Small Packages stopped behind the two empty cottages between Payday’s and the shared digs. “Revelator’s tracks end here.” Commander Justice said, “We should split up and head off in different directions to see where he went.” The Sword shook his head. “We learned from the Defender what happens when we’re alone….
Continued from Part Ten Sariah pointed to one of the comic books on the wall. “Remember that one?” Rick nodded. “Small Packages #1. It had some of my best work.” “A lot of these are, Rick. See, here is Payday #25. That was one of the better covers we put out.” Rick pointed to another…