“This is the Bahamas! You have no authority here!” yelled Long Island, his hands powering up with frost as he bobbed up and down on the deck of the trawler.
“When you’re smuggling drugs and people from Cuba to the United States via here, yes I do.” Gunship replied as he hovered above. “The ATF, the FBI and…” A blast of arctic frost smashed into his head as Long Island opened fire.
“Get us out of here!” he yelled to the crew as he continued to blast Gunship. The metallic hero plunged into the water and vanished. “Where is he?”
Tense moments passed as Long Island and his cronies looked around for where Gunship had gone.
“Is he dead?”
Almost on cue, Gunship exploded up through the trawler like a missile causing a fatal leak to the vessel. A hole in each of his palms opened up and he opened fire on the panicked crew; the distinct thud-thud-thud of his gun arms sending them running like rats. Long Island made a shield which prevented him being hit but it was cracking rapidly under the heavy fire as the ship beneath his feet was enveloped by the sea
“AMERICAN SCUM!” Long Island roared as his shield shattered and he returned fire. For a few moments the two attacks countered each other before the superior firepower of Gunship knocked Long Island off his feet and into the water. Gunship flew to him and held his head under the water. Long Island struggled for breath in the vice-like grip but was easily overpowered.
“Don’t worry,” eased Gunship “I’m not actually going to let you drown. You’re just easier to handle when you’re unconscious.”
US President Stephen Keeling looked at the images of Gunship holding Long Island under the water. “Is he killing him? Am I watching a murder?”
“No, sir,” replied Irene Dmenchech, the head of the NSA. “He is…forcibly rendering unconscious a known felon.”
“Forcibly rendering?” Keeling looked up from the pictures. “It looks like he’s trying to kill him. But what would I know; I’ve only been President for a month. So what do we do?”
Keeling stood up and gazed out the window to the lawn. “You’re showing me these for a reason.”
“Yes sir. But you don’t have to DO anything. Gunship of the Panopticons was acting on a tip coming for an inter-agency sting. Two tonnes of cocaine lies at the bottom of the sea, twenty one people arrested including Long Island, and one hundred Cubans returned back to Havana.”
“Castro won’t like that,” Keeling said quietly. It went quiet for a while before he spoke again. “Irene…”
“Yes Mr President.”
“Do we…how shall I put this,” Keeling returned to the desk and tapped the photos. “Is there a plan for when one of these…people, go off the deep end?”
“Yes sir there is.”
“I’d like to see them, know what our options are. That will be all.”
Irene nodded “Yes Mr President.”
Gunship and Captain Scorpian flew across the sky as they chased the setting sun.
“So they don’t want me to join because of my doppelganger?”
Gunship nodded. “Something about numbers and popularity. They all voted against your inclusion because evil you, which isn’t you, would make us look bad.”
“It’s understandable,” Scorpian shrugged. “Back in my dimension if you asked to join my team I’d be dubious also. But how much more do I have to do?”
“I don’t know Captain. But I will keep pushing.”
Captain Scorpian smiled. “Thank you Gunship…is that your name? It feels strange that you know my name and I call you by your codename.”
“Ship is fine,” He said with a smile. “Now to answer your questions about Canada…”
“Didn’t you rob this place last year?” asked Blue Bobcat from his perch on the roof of the Institute Of Art in Chicago. “And didn’t I kick your teeth in?”
“BLUE BOBCAT!” screamed Rat el Snake as his beady eyes locked onto his nemesis.
“That’s my name and my Tweeter handle!” Bobcat flipped into the air and landed delicately in front of the rat/snake hybrid man. “Ready to dance?”
“Save some for me Bob,” laughed Stunning Girl as she arrived on the scene.
“STUNNING GIRL!” rasped Rat el Snake.
“I think you’ll find Rat el Snake,” said a voice from the billowing cloud thick purple smoke that solidified into Shadowave. “That you’re surrounded.”
“I’d suggest you surrender before Gunship gets here,” said Tigarayan as she assumed a defensive pose. Rat el Snake hiss-squealed as he did circles, contemplating his options before dropping the painting under his arm and placing his hands over his head.
“Good monster,” chuckled Bobcat as he brought out some heavy duty hand cuffs. “But if you want to resist.”
“Oh look who finally decided to grace us with his presence,” mocked Blue Bobcat as Gunship entered High Point.
“If the four of you couldn’t catch Rat el Snake then you don’t belong on this team,” Gunship replied as he took his seat. “I had a more pressing matter.”
“One of these days,” Bobcat waved his fist at the metallic man.
“How about tomorrow?” Gunship said as he checked his terminal. “I have a school visit in the morning and I’m free the rest of the day. Would you like to have a shot Stephen?”
“Call me by my name again Ship,” growled Bobcat “And see what happens?”
“Could you two just stop?” asked Shadowave as he billowed up from column of thick purple smoke and solidified. “As the chairperson of the Panopticons and as your friend, stop, please! This bickering and sniping is childish. Especially from you Gunship. I almost expect it from Blue Bobcat…”
“Oh don’t act all wounded and surprised Stephen,” Shadowave remarked. “For the rest of the month, which is only nine more days, you two will start acting like team mates on the elite team we are. You don’t have to like each other, that’d be a miracle, but you do have to work alongside each other. If you can’t, well then I’ll have to take steps.”
“Are you threatening me?” Gunship asked staring straight at him.
“No, I’m warning you,” Shadowave said firmly. “Threats are for bad villains and dictatorships.”
To be continued same time, if not sooner, next week.....see you there!