Continued from Part Five Ian Buckell sat on a metal folding chair in the FBI field office in Boston, after the SIB agents dropped him off. Ian had confessed. Sort of. He told them he fabricated a rendezvous of the world’s worst criminal minds in Jamaica, sabotaged the plane and the parachutes, and ejected into…
Continued from Part Four Professor Ian Buckell shuddered as the cab pulled up to his lair in suburban Boston. The cabby popped Nicorette gum. “That’ll be $23.74, mac.” Ian pulled his money from his wallet and handed it over. “Here.” The cabby counted the money and stared. “Pal, there’s more than $200 here.” Ian…
Continued from Part Three Revelator turned. Skyscraper, having expanded to a full sixty feet tall, held Payday up in the air and shook the mentally imbalanced vigilante. Gun after gun fell from Payday’s black leather overcoat and plunked to the ground. Champion raised a boxing-gloved fist. “Hey, stop it!” From his perch fifty feet up,…
Continued from Part Two The plane slowed to a stop. Lord History said, “A tail hook and arresting wires appeared to be in order.” Revelator smiled. It was an old set up used with military planes on aircraft carriers. As the plane landed, the tail hook caught on the arresting wires, slowing the momentum of…
Continued from Part One Once again, the anomaly appeared. The Defender bowed his head and said a prayer in Russian. Revelator focused in on Defender’s pattern. Isn’t there a hero who can make things appear from the past? “Lord History,” said Revelator. The Defender said, “All right, we may need his help.” Revelator gasped. The…
Continued from the Devil’s Fool Held in place by an expandable thirty-five foot, red-haired giant in overalls, the cyborg, half metal lawman from Texas fired at the cockpit door. It burst open. The cabin depressurized as Dark Mystic bailed out. Oxygen masks dropped in the cabin. Revelator put his on and then removed the Sword’s…
Continued from Part Twelve The Defender piled into the aisle along with Highland Guardian, the Texas Ranger, and Skyscraper. The heroes headed for the steel cockpit door. Highland Guardian knocked on the cockpit door. “Mystic, we’d like a word with ye.” A deep voice rumbled from behind the door. “I bet you would. Didn’t I…
Continued from Part Eleven Revelator turned back towards the Defender. “Where was I? There’s a real mix on this plane. Freud would have a field day. We got bi-polars, schizophrenics, folks who are controlling, manipulative, trying to live out childhood fantasies.” “Which are we, lad?” asked a Scot behind the Defender. The Defender turned. Behind…
Continued from Part Ten At takeoff, the Defender buckled into his aisle seat next to the Empress. He glanced towards Captain Revolution’s seat at the rear. A hairy blue hulk obscured his view. He looked across aisle to Revelator and the Sword. Was this some kind of trap? One thing for sure, the Sword had…
Continued from the Devil’s Fool, Part Nine A small plane landed bearing the star of the People’s Republic of China. Out of it jumped Captain Revolution. Dark Mystic ran to Captain Revolution and grabbed his overnight bag. “Come, Captain, let’s board the plane.” Captain Revolution grunted. “I’ve been on a plane eight hours straight. I…