Continued from Part Five Dave Johnson plopped in his scruffy desert brown easy chair with his morning coffee and breathed a heavy sigh. What good was it to catch a criminal, if they’d just get out? Zolgron appeared. “Why don’t you do something about the corrupt police officers?” “Which ones are corrupt?” “Figure it out.”…
Continued from Part Four The Invisibility Master yawned and sat up in the middle of a pristine pine forest that stretch as far as he could see with mountains looming like giants in the background. He shivered and stared at his nude body. Just as well that his invisibility belt was gone; it’d been damaged…
Continued from Part Three The Emerald Avenger spied the rocket launcher in a tree stand. He turned the Avenging Eagle in that direction and dived. At the last second before impact could not be avoided, he thrust up. The missile couldn’t correct in time and hit the launcher. The Avenging Eagle hovered a safe distance…
Continued from Part Two The Emerald Avenger pursued close be-hind the Cadillac that sped out of the tunnel. He descended low over the car. A rocket came up from nowhere and sped towards him. He maneuvered the Avenging Eagle to veer right, out of the way. The rocket turned with him and kept up pursuit….
Continued from Part One The Emerald Avenger brought the Avenging Eagle down over Marco’s roof and scanned the premises. Marco sat in front of the TV. The Emerald Avenger tsked. “What can we do about that?” He used his powers to turn the power on and off every ten seconds. Marco left with his bodyguards…
Cradling the phone in his office against his neck, Marco said in a low voice, “Look, take out the Emerald Avenger and you can retire.” The Invisibility Master laughed in his ear. “Powerhouse nearly killed me, and you want me to stick my neck out again?” “Look, the boss is offering $1.7 million, I’ll throw…
Continued from Part Twenty Marcos ignored the ringing phone, not wanting to wake up yet. His wife mur-mured sleepily, “Honey, get that.” Marcos yanked the phone up. “This is the Refrigerator Co-op. I’m just calling to see if your refrigerator’s running.” “Yeah, it’s running fine.” Laughter exploded. “You better go catch it!” Marcos cursed and…
Continued from Part Nineteen Marcos picked up the phone in his office. “Captain Welch here. Night Lord turn-ed himself in. He’s singing like a canary.” Marcos growled. Must he hold Welch’s hand? “Take care of it.” “Understood.” ### The Emerald Avenger stood across from Marcos’ office. Thank God he hadn’t killed Night Lord. No…
Continued from Part Eighteen The Emerald Avenger’s archnemesis screamed. “You promised!” He ignored a twinge of guilt. “That’s just a silly moral rule you don’t even believe in. I’m fighting evil and can’t be bound by stupid superhero rules. Say good night.” He went to press the button to end Night Lord’s life, but stopped…
Continued from Part Seventeen Night Lord tugged on the chains that held him fast to the wall of a condemned building. Electricity shot through his neck and down to his feet. He touched his neck and hit a plastic collar. “It will do you no good.” The Emerald Avenger emerged from the shadows. Night Lord…