In the vortex, Commander Justice fought Dark Mystic through a transparent tunnel. Dark Mystic hovers towards the por-tal. Commander Justice’s furious fists pummeled Dark Mystic. “Sorry pal, you’re going to have a good night’s sleep.”
“No, you can’t defeat me. I’m the champion of hell.”
Commander Justice karate chopped Mystic’s exposed neck. Mystic crumpled beneath him like a cheap suit.
“Unfortunately, you chose to inhabit a human being I could beat the snot out of.”
Even with all the force of hell raging inside Mystic, a well-trained Justice could overpower the comparably-frail Mystic quite easily.
Commander Justice threw the uncon-scious Dark Mystic over his shoulders and entered a hall of two-way mirrors. Each showed a random place on Earth. He walk-ed past one house where the calendar read, “May.”
May? We left in December. We’ve been gone six months, but it only seems like six days.
If he tried to exit this thing, he wanted to be sure it was somewhere familiar. He didn’t want to end up in a hostile country.
He walked further down and stopped. The Human Muscle was choking his dad and a guy in a suit like theirs, but with “JR” rather than rank insignia on his head.
Commander slipped his hands in the transparent film and pushed on through.
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