Continued from Part Nine Commander Justice stood outside the Sword’s door. Would the Sword even care what he had to say? It didn’t matter. He had to get it said. He knocked on the door. “It’s open!” the Sword answered from within the medieval English cottage. Commander Justice walked in. The Sword stood. “Commander, how…
Continued from Part Eight A ghost walked through the door. Sariah gripped Jesse’s desk and took a sharp intake of breath. “Rick?” “My dear,” Rick swept in and planted a most unwelcome kiss on her cheek. “It’s been a long time. Too long.” Not long enough. It’d been three years since she’d made her choice….
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…
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…
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…
Continued from Part Five Captain Justice hurled a smoke grenade into the midst of the drug dealers in the alley. He dashed in with his night vision goggles on. He got the first thug on the chin, knocking him to the ground. He unholstered his tranquilizer gun and fired at the second. Dart after dart…
Continued from Part Four Dr. Lenny Baxter sat in a laundry truck, monitoring Captain Justice’s vitals. Stable. The radio crackled. “Doc, I see something.” Heart rate up. Lenny pressed the button on his two way radio. “What is it, Cap?” “A drug deal. Big. Looks like eight guys down there. Cops would take months to…
Continued from Part Three Jason Justice stood on a rooftop in New York, overlooking an alley. Could Captain Justice come back? Only one way to answer the question. A man with a gun crouched in the alley, waiting for his victim. A well-dressed man in his early forties walked by. The mugger pointed his gun…
Continued from Part Thirteen Lenny sat in his kitchen table, playing solitaire cribbage. As usual, he lost. He’d never known anyone who won solitaire, not even Reverend Jones. He choked back tears. He had to do something. He went to the closet and grab-bed his bugle from his days in the military, so long ago….
Continued from Part Two Small Packages walked up to Captain Revolution, who was outside exercising. “Hello, Revolution.” China’s champion grunted. “What have I done to deserve your visit?” “Nothing I hope. I’m only verifying where everybody was last night when the incident occurred with the Defender.” “It wasn’t my night to keep watch, so I…