At the church, Powerhouse found a work group pounding at a half-finished roof for the youth center, with the pastor right in their midst. Powerhouse landed behind him on the roof. “I can help.”
The pastor wiped his brow. “That’s good. We need all the help we can get.”
Powerhouse grabbed a hammer and drove in roof nails at super human speed.
Within two hours, they’d finished the roof. By the end of the day, Powerhouse had helped the church members finish laying carpet in the recreation and meeting rooms, and put up the backboard in the gym.
The pastor climbed down from the ladder and shook his hand. “Powerhouse, we appreciate your help.”
Powerhouse brushed sawdust off his costume. “All in a day’s work, pastor.”
”We’ll surprise the youth by holding their meeting here tonight. Would you be willing to come? The Service is at 7:30.”
The pastor must want to praise him, maybe admit he was wrong, that Powerhouse’s good deed guaranteed him a high position in Heaven. “It’s an honor.”
Night Lord examined the blueprints of Reverend Jones’ church. He’d enter through the ventilation system and shoot Jones with a poisoned dart from a blow gun.
He put on his mask and put a black coat on, concealing the blow gun inside it. He glanced out the window. The sun was beginning to set. It was time to go.
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