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The Devil’s Fool, Part Seven

Continued from Part Six After calling Major Karmokov, he changed his van’s tires, put his shirt and coat back on, and drove to his headquarters, an old garage on the outskirts of town. Upon entering the garage, the Defender sighed. Did the Sword have to see the garage this way? The smell of grease was…

Crossroads, Part Six

Continued from Part Five A few days later, the bugle blasted reveille. Snyder groaned, turned over in his bunk, and looked at his watch. 0300? What the heck? Reveille wasn’t supposed to be until 0500. Sergeant Cutler burst in fully dressed. Does that guy ever sleep? “Up and at ’em, soldiers. We’re having a special assembly…

Invisible Man, Part Four (Superman EP0114)

When the Mayor is intimidated by the Invisible man, Kent, White, and Lane search the Mayor’s office. Original Air Date: November 18, 1940 This great Serial radio show from the 1940s is brought to you by Laser and Sword Magazine,  Laser and Sword Online store and download  Issue 1 for free or purchase the Annual Edition containing 11 action packed stories.

The Devil’s Fool, Part Six

Continued from Part Five Cold night air blew past the Defender. Couldn’t Aggei Aganovich find a less drafty place to conduct business? Closer to town would have made more sense, too. Aggei entered the building, his large, rotund frame nearly bursting out of his suit. He slapped down a briefcase. The Defender pulled a small…

Crossroads, Part Five

Continued from Part Four At 1800 hours, Sergeant Cutler entered the barracks. “Attention.” Snyder stood at attention, but the rest wouldn’t be getting any cigars. He’d have to make sure that everyone knew how to stand by tomorrow. He couldn’t let his platoon look bad. Snyder dropped to the ground and started doing push-ups. The…

The Devil’s Fool, Part Five

Continued from Part Four The lights went off as the subway car traveled beneath Philadelphia. The lights came back on. The Sword could probably go a little easier on his afternoon workout. He had to travel tomorrow. At least he’d be flying first class. Little was worse than being scrunched together in coach. “Give me…