The Emerald Avenger spied the rocket launcher in a tree stand. He turned the Avenging Eagle in that direction and dived. At the last second before impact could not be avoided, he thrust up. The missile couldn’t correct in time and hit the launcher. The Avenging Eagle hovered a safe distance above the explosion.
A man running from the flames appeared in the smoke. He pressed a button on his huge utility belt and disappeared only to reappear a few seconds later. The Avenging Eagle flew down and caught the man in its claws. The Emerald Avenger hit a lever to retract the claws and pulled his prey up into the cabin.
He gasped, put the eagle on autopilot, and pointed at his prey. “Hey! I know you. You were the mad bomber who killed all those people downtown.”
The mad bomber smiled. “My reputation precedes me.”
“Didn’t, uh, Powerhouse capture you? Why aren’t you in jail?”
The mad bomber laughed. “So naďve. The cops are crooked; they let me escape.”
“So who hired you?”
The bomber rolled his eyes. “Why don’t you get a clue?”
Duh, that was obvious—Marco. “But what am I going to do with you?”
“Turn me in.”
“That didn’t work well for Powerhouse. I’ll let nature take its course.” The Emerald Avenger pulled out a syringe and injected the bomber with a sleeping serum.
Continued Next Tuesday.