UXB - Part V
"Alright people, this is how we're going to do this," said Hannibal to his team. The others had clustered around the dining room table as Hannibal passed folders about. "This is a list of information regarding our missing agent. He was last seen at this establishment."
"Sounds like a low class dive to me," said Selina. "Who would go to a place called the Angry Bull?"
"That assessment is pretty much correct," said Hannibal. "You should fit right in."
"Me?" squeaked Selina.
"You're taking point, remember," said Hannibal.
Selina felt like shrinking out of sight. "Oh, yeah. Right."
"Just show the photo of him and ask around. See if anyone remembers seeing him."
"Okay," sighed Selina.
UXB - Part IV
Hannibal, Felina, Selina, Cindy and Linda were standing in front of Monument City International Airport with their bags. Frank had gone ahead to pick up their means of transport during the mission. It wasn't long before a blue-green mini-van pulled up in front of the group. The passenger side windows automatically rolled down, and Frank waved from behind the driver's seat.
"Don't just stand there," said Frank. "'Op in."
"A mini-van?" said Selina incredulously. "You want us to ride around in a mini-van?"
"We're supposed to be inconspicuous," said Hannibal.
"Still, couldn't you have gotten an SUV or something?" complained Selina.
"Ya mean the rollover special?" quipped Frank. "No thank you. One accident in one of those things is enough for me. If it weren't for my innate abilities, y
UXB - Part III
Hannibal stopped in front of an office and knocked, even though the door was already open. A scruffy, burly looking man in a gray flannel suit and burgundy tie looked up from a stack of papers he had been reading.
The man beamed a smile. "Hank! Good to see you." He stood and came around the desk to shake Hannibal's hand. "And these are the kids you're babysitting, I presume?"
"Not a good idea to insult metahumans, Joe," said Hannibal firmly gripping Joe's hand. The team took their cues from Hannibal, and since he was smiling, they remained relaxed. "What's with the suit?"
"Didn't you hear? They retired me," said Joe. "I'm an ex-G.I. now. So they got me wearing this get up."
"It doesn't do a thing for you," said Hannibal.
Joe snorted derisively. "Tel
UXB - Part II
Cindy pulled the glass door open and entered the Hollywood Trainer, a well known gym where up and coming amateur prize fighters train for professional careers. The building was large with a massive central room that held four practice rings as well as various exercising equipment. A couple of fighters were squaring off against their sparring partners. Cindy saw one fighter who was lean and lanky with short cut, bleach blonde hair. He looked like he'd snap in half like a dead branch going up against the much heavier boxers in the gym. Though thin, he was reasonably well muscled with a severe looking face. A trainer was having him work out on the speed bag. The quick, staccato rhythm could be heard across the room.
A couple of the boxers noticed Cindy and whistled their appreciation of having a member of the fair sex amongst them. Cindy ignored this undesired attention and walk
Degrees of Belief - Part 1
"You want to sing?" asked Trina Bell as she looked up from her magazine at the angel who stood across the room from her. She and Marie Rocque had been visiting Monica in her belfry apartment at St. Gabriel the Herald.
"Yes," said Monica Hughes, "I've been listening to the choir at the afternoon Sunday mass. I think I could do that."
"A singing angel," said Marie with a wistful smile. "How apropos. So, have you learned any songs that you'd like to sing?"
"Hold on, now," Trina interrupted before Monica could answer. "It takes more than just a desire to sing to be any good. A lot more. Trust me. I know."
"Yeah," said Marie with a wink in Monica's direction. "Listen to the voice of experience. This is coming from the girl who had more than the music industry could handle."