Continued from Part One While Powerhouse patrolled the skies over Seattle, a police helicopter flew up behind him. “Attention Powerhouse, we order you to land!” Powerhouse complied. The copter descended and came to a rest nearby. A officer got out and sauntered up. “Can I see your license?” “Where would you get a license for…
Continued from Part Five The Defender sat under a tree across from the Empress. “So I said, ‘Sorry I can’t hang around.’” She laughed at his joke to the mob boss he’d left tied up and upside down. She said, “You are very funny.” Him? Funny? The poor lady. The Defender stood. “It is very…
Continued from Part Four Revelator stared at the desolate valley below him, Jesse, and Pantheon. “There are hundreds of cave entrances. Which one is Dark Mystic in?” Jesse bit his lip. Maybe I should guess. Revelator snorted. Jesse could be such an egotist. “Jesse, this isn’t a museum tour. You don’t guess.” Jesse sent him…
Continued from Part Three “La-larry, she’s le-le-leaving-ing.” From his perch on a tree stump, Small Packages looked up at Skyscraper. “What?” “She’s go-go-going to be ba-ba-bait for Pa-pa-payday to ca-catch Da-da-dark My-my-mystic.” His brother’s ability to read lips was one of his little known assets to the team. “Well, at least it’ll be a chance…
Continued from Part Two Speed Skater put up a hand to ward off the sexist pigs who assumed a lady helpless without functional skates. “Guys, I appreciate the protection, but it is totally not necessary.” Commander Justice folded his arms. “I will determine what is necessary when Commander Justice is in command. We’re not letting…
Continued from Part One Jesse Miller burst out of his cabin in the English village brandishing the sword he derived his superhero name from, folly on his mind. “Laban, there’s no use trying to talk me out of this.” Revelator followed on his crime-fighting partner’s heels. He’d know what Jesse was thinking right now even…
Continued from Stranded Pain coursed through the Sword, his body throbbing from head to toe. Riding on his blade 15,000 feet up, his hand instinctively cradled the bronze age helmet contrasting nicely against his black Tonksium-Kevlar jumpsuit. He’d slammed into what felt like a booby-trapped glass ceiling of some sort. Perhaps he shouldn’t have forced…
Continued from Part Eight Dark Mystic stood rooted in place before the ice as Jalzabel moved his hand back and forth over the ice. Inside the ice with a stoic posture sat his best pupil, John Gothier. Dark Mystic lay chained in a mortuary. His body moved slowly down a conveyor belt towards a cremation…
Continued from Part Seven Sitting at a camp fire burning in the town square, the Defender chomped down on the first of three days emergency rations. It was chicken; he thought, anyway. “So,” said Commander Justice. “Where in blazes are we, Laban?” Revelator swallowed. “We won’t know until tomorrow. Databank and I need to take…
Continued from Part Six The Sword exited the plane, along with Revelator. He faced the somber crowd of heroes and bit his lip. “This is my fault, and I’m sorry. I got us into this mess, and I’ll get us out of it, I promise.” Exactly how, I haven’t the foggiest. Revelator said, “Those of…