Continued from Part Nine Crouched in a roof access stairwell, Invisibility Master pressed a button on his suit and vanished from human sight. He threw open the door and ran onto the roof. At Powerhouse’s approach, Invisibility Master pulled out the rocket launcher and fired. Powerhouse dodged the rocket and flew into a vacant office…
Continued from Part Eight Crouched in a roof access stairwell, Invisibility Master pressed a button on his suit and vanished from human sight. He threw open the door and ran onto the roof. At Powerhouse’s approach, Invisibility Master pulled out the rocket launcher and fired. Powerhouse dodged the rocket and flew into a vacant office…
Continued from Part Seven Captain Welch frowned at Powerhouse, flying overhead. “I see he’s ready to join the party.” Lieutenant Carnahan said, “Want me to get him out of the air?” “No, I’m not risking a helicopter to save that guy’s skin. Let him kill him.” “What makes you think the guy with the rocket…
Continued from Part Six Powerhouse’s ears twitched. On the street below, a police officer’s radio crackled. “All available units respond to a code 90 at the Seattle Center. Suspect has fired three rockets from a shoulder mounted launcher into local buildings. Captain Welch has set up a command center at First and Thomas.” “This looks…
Continued from Part Five A white jaguar stalked Seattle’s streets. The Invisibility Master pulled up to a curb and grabbed his shoulder mounted rocket launcher. He fired at a building. It burst into flames. He loaded another rocket and fired at another building. This ought to get Powerhouse’ s attention. Now just to evade the…
Continued from Part Four Inside Night Lord’s midnight black lair, lit by a black light bulb, Marcos folded his arm. “All this elaborate plotting, and all you accomplished was to lose a two million dollar helicopter.” Night Lord put his feet up on his silver desk and leaned back in his chair so far that…
Continued from Part Three Lieutenant Carnahan of the Seattle PD glanced over the mess in Jones’s bedroom and grimaced. Play it cool. “Reverend, you can’t live like this. You’ve got to take some precautions.” The reverend shook his head. “I’m not going into protective custody.” “Fine, I’m going to assign two guys to watch you…
Continued from Part Two The copter’s mounted guns unleashed a fury of bullets. Focusing, Powerhouse made a Kevlar shield appear in front of each gun. The bullets deflected, piercing through the cockpit door. Powerhouse pushed against it. “No good, it won’t give.” Wow, I’m stating the obvious to myself. I really am a superhero. The…
Continued from Part One Night Lord and a cohort—Tim he was pretty sure—abandoned copter by parachute and landed in Jones’ front yard. Night Lord and Tim drew telescopic rifles from their backs, aimed for the bedroom window, and fired a stream of bullets through the glass. Night Lord peered through his sights at the window….
Continued from Powerhouse and the Pastor A chopping noise pierced the air. Powerhouse muted Reverend Jones’ TV and pushed up out of the easy chair, a glass of milk in hand. Powerhouse pulled open the curtains. A helicopter hovered a few feet above the ground. Guns protruded from the copter. A hail of bullets streamed…