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Stories from the Verse
Con Version
Chapter 216: Takano 151
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Standing in the dark with the other versers, Tommy found herself grateful not to be the one in charge. Even if Brian had less experience versing than she did, he carried it like he knew what he was about. Derek, well, what he could do, and had done, was amazing. Vashti, she was just the best, like an older sister. So even as she waited for the invasion of the jerk Cutter’s factory, she drew strength from the ones around her.
Derek smiled.
“I’ve looked over both buildings. In the first one, there is an enormous space station. I say that because it doesn’t have enough rocketry to lift it. It does have some sort of energy weapon, quite large, along with heavy armor. I think it’s some sort of battleship that Doctor Mordenslice wants to lift into orbit.”
“Then he could shoot down a disintegrator ray at whatever target he wants to hit in America,” William Tell Junior said, and Tommy saw his jaw tighten. She was glad to have the three local superheroes.
“The Blackmask Gang is loading it with supplies, food, water, and the like. So I think it’s ready to launch. I saw miles of ten-foot-wide flexible tubing laid about the place, which connected to an array of tubing beneath the floor which went down into the magma, and had a lot of doors, and a connection to the river by tunnel. I’m not sure what it is, but it’s very intricate.”
Tommy looked around, but none of them were supergeniuses. Maybe if Gorillaxe had been here, he could have told them what it was.
“He’s somehow meaning to use the power of the great Being under Yellowstone to boost his battleship into space,” Sockajawea said, and everyone nodded, and Tommy decided to join them. No further insights came, and Derek sighed.
“In the other building was a very large computer, several stories high with a dozen programmers tending it. It seems to be controlling the tubing and the doors in the tubes for the water and the magma.”
When no one said anything, Tommy decided to cheer them up.
“Come on gang, we can take him. We just need to start taking this place apart. Like cleaning out the trash in a dirty room.”
“Right.” Tell flashed her a grin, and she felt butterflies in her stomach. He was cute. Also, very married, she reminded herself. He drew his bow and fired two arrows at the fence. Both stuck to the fence with some sort of rubber tip, and a wire ran between them and dangled down along the fence to make a three sided box.
“Inside that, the electric charge is rerouted. Their sensors, if they have any, won’t pick up any change.”
“My turn, I guess, then.” Mister Justice drew his Sword and cut the box open by sliding the blade into the metal links. They separated with barely any effort, and now there was a four foot wide, six foot tall hole in the fence.
A Doberman Pinscher came rushing up, and Mister Justice held out a ‘wait’ hand behind him, and spoke calmly and soothingly to the charging beast until it bit him on the arm.
“Ow. Come on. You don’t want to do that.” Even as he twitched from the electric shocks visibly jumping and running up his arm, he unlocked the electric collar with his other hand. The dog stopped growling, and biting, and took a step back, and put his head down near Mister Justice’s feet.
“It’s okay, doggy. I know that was hurting you. I’d be upset too if I was getting shocked.” The dog straightened up hearing the compassionate tone without anger, and licked the masked man’s mask. The other dogs had come closer, and seeing this, one at a time they came, and even as they twitched from the electric shock hitting them, they just stood still as Mister Justice freed them all. Crowding around him, they bumped him, nosed him, and generally pestered him with their love.
“I know guys, I know. Look, I have to go stop the bad man in there.” All of them whimpered. “OK, I understand you’re scared. That’s fine. Why don’t you go off into the woods or find some nice people who will feed you?”
They all sniffed him one at a time, and then raced away.
“Was that a miracle, Uncle, ah Justice?” Tommy asked in awe.
“I do not know, Truth. But they were kind souls, and they hated working here.” He shook his arm, and then patted it. It no longer bothered him, or so it seemed after that.
“Next?” He laughed.
“I think that maybe I can start whittling down the Blackmask Gang,” Tommy found herself volunteering.
“I’ll help you.” Vashti said. “You’ll need someone to watch your back.” She looked at Derek, who nodded his approval, and the girls left.
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