Continued from Part Sixteen Back on Night Lord’s roof, the Em-erald Avenger scanned inside. Night Lord snored while the guards played Parcheesi. Good. The Emerald Avenger put on a gas mask, broke a hole in the roof, and threw a container of sleeping gas into the room. The guards fell on the Parcheesi board, already…
Continued from Part Fifteen “Timmy, you’ve got a future in this business.” Night Lord smiled as he counted the cash. He stopped at a check. How many times must he repeat himself? “For the last time, we don’t take checks, particularly one with ‘For Crack Cocaine’ in the memo line.” “Sorry, I’ll get cash from…
Continued from Part Fourteen Déjà vu slammed the Emerald Aven-ger as he sat in the pew behind the assas-sins at Reverend Jones’ old church. No more preachers would die, not with the Emerald Avenger on the case. Finally, the preacher’s lips stopped. The Emerald Avenger watched on the edge of his seat as Hitchens got…
Continued from Part Fourteen Déjà vu slammed the Emerald Aven-ger as he sat in the pew behind the assas-sins at Reverend Jones’ old church. No more preachers would die, not with the Emerald Avenger on the case. Finally, the preacher’s lips stopped. The Emerald Avenger watched on the edge of his seat as Hitchens got…
Continued from Part Thirteen Through the Avenging Eagle’s peri-scope, the Emerald Avenger watched a youth with dreadlocks knock on Tommy Hitchens’ door. Strange, he’d spent eight hours plus yesterday watching Hitchens march to doors—to deliver pizza. Besides snooze until ten, the only other thing Hitch-ens seemed to know how to do was crash in front…
Continued from Part Twelve The Emerald Avenger strolled up Main Street, twirling his bull whip. He needed a new info source. But what? He spotted a bum sitting on the corner, with a newspaper in his lap. Ah, perfect! “Hey, know where Night Lord’s head-quarters is?” The bum coughed. “No.” The Emerald Avenger pulled a…
Continued from Part Ten Up to his waist in sewage, and bent over nearly as low, The Emerald Avenger stopped. He hit his watch’s night light. Terrific. He’d spent over two hours look-ing for Night Lord’s secret sewer lair, but all he’d found was rats and deadly germs. Okay, so maybe information obtain-ed by duress…
Continued from Part Nine Standing on the sidewalk at 1250 First Avenue South, the Emerald Avenger gasp-ed. “Safeco field!” Where could a super villain hide his lair in the Seattle Mariners’ ballpark? Un-derneath it, maybe? The Emerald Avenger soldiered in through the front gates. A security guard rushed over. “You can’t go in there!” “I’m…
Continued from Part Eight That evening, Dave turned about in front of Naomi’s full length mirror. He looked awesome in his new black suit. It looked ordinary, but had a bullet proof lining, a shiny emerald dress shirt, a black fedora with an emerald hat band, two tone emerald dress shoes, and an emerald bull-whip….
Continued from Part Seven Dave flipped through the paper. In the obituaries, a familiar name punched him. “Oh no—Jimmy!” He buried his face in his hands, and wept. “See what happens when you run from your destiny?” Dave glanced behind him. Zolgron folded his arms, his eyes hard. “Now, what are you going to do…