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“What I’m saying is that when Chernobyl was attacked in 1986 it caused a rip in the fabric which allowed myth to cross over into our reality. See before 1986 there were no super people per se. Sure Jesus, if you believe that, possibly Joan of Arc, Gandhi, maybe Mengele, but prior to the nuclear disaster, no powers.”
Remus Philman nodded and lapped up every word that Georgiano Soukalous, alien enthusiastic and online sensation, sprouted.
“So Chernobyl was attacked?” Remus asked.
“Yes,” Georgiano said matter-of-factly. “My team and I have scoured the site in the Ukraine and the evidence we’ve gathered prove without a shadow of a doubt that mythical beings…”
“Demons?” Remus prodded.
“Yours words not mine Remus,” Georgiano said. “My ongoing lawsuits with a certain International singing religion prevent me from saying what you just said. But essentially yes. This attack brought about the age of the super powered. From 1986 onwards people, almost gods, have popped up. Gunship. Doctor Falcon. Malletina. Grand Mammoth.”
“Gunship is a god?”
“What is a god Remus?” Georgiano asked looking deep into the host of Remus Live!’s eyes. “He can fly. He’s impervious to harm. He can fire laser things. He is strong beyond imagining. I’d say he’s a god. Malletina came from Denmark where they held an annual festival to raise the battle hammer of the Norse god Tyr. Norse. God.”
“And Doctor Falcon?”
“Every god has a nemesis. Satan. Loki. Kali.” Georgiano brushed back his extreme hair.
“Wow!” exclaimed Remus as he tried to process the madness.
“Either that or aliens.”
Shadowave stood looking at the mega-board of all the potential candidates for membership in The Panopticons. He also looked at the large amount of sponsorship deals tied within the current team. The sponsors knew that occasionally team members would be rested but having both Gunship and now Blue Bobcat on the sidelines would make them jumpy. He clicked on the image of Captain Scorpian bringing up his profile. Ramar was capable, reliable...and the doppelganger of the evil version. Bringing a villain, even though he wasn’t, onto the team would be bad publicity and bad business, plus a massive security risk.
“I miss the days where all I had to do was stand on a roof and follow the sirens,” he sighed as he saw a private message pop up. “Elian Wiard?”
Shadowave scanned the message before opening up the voice file. “This Elian. Tim, I have…Captain Scorpion here. He says he’s the good version of the bad guy but I need some help on that. I’m not in any real danger…at least I hope I’m not. He’s looking for a new suit. I don’t work for bad guys, they never pay. So if you could let me know if this is all good, or at least come find my body if he is the bad one. Thanks Tim.”
“Hmmm,” Shadowave tapped his lips as he thought about it.
Gunship stood on the top of Mount McKinley glaring at the car thief. Moments earlier he’d stared down the Northern Guard, leaving before either he lost patience with Brunswick or one of the younger members did something stupid.
“What are you going to do to me?” shivered the thief as he stood on the snow covered peak.
“You are going to spend twenty four hours here thinking about your poor life choices,” Gunship said sternly. “You can climb down but it’s about 20,000 feet to the ground.”
“I’m sorry,” he chattered.
“Good,” Gunship said as he took off. “See you tomorrow.”
Blue Bobcat held onto the roof of the fleeing car as it sped through the Chicago streets, hotly pursued by three police cars. Bobcat punched through the windshield and hauled out the passenger. “This is why we wear seatbelts!” he said as he tossed the masked robber from the car watching him slam through a window into a bedding shop.
Bullets ripped through the roof but he expertly rolled away and in through the window and sat next to the driver. “Hi! You should pull over.”
The driver turned his gun on the azure hero. Quick as his namesake he slammed the gun upwards with his left hand and elbowed the dash with his right elbow activating the airbag. The massive white balloon expanded filling the car as he rammed his knee up activating the hand brake bringing the car to a sudden crunching stop. The driver smashed into the steering wheel, his airbag went off slamming back and like that the chase was over. Bobcat shook his head clear then pooped the bags with his finger claws. Police swarmed the car, guns cocked and ready.
“All good boys. Blue Bobcat’s on the case.”
Doctor Falcon looked at the box he’d built and turned to Wolfrazer who had been watching him like a hawk. “Is there a nuclear reactor here in Mexico?”
To be continued same time, if not sooner, next week.....see you there!