(Part 3 of Justice Force Series)
The skylight above a warehouse suddenly exploded as a three legendary heroes; Strong-Man, Spider-Woman, and Quick-Lad burst onto the scene in a cloud of smoke.
Strong-Man straightened and stood with authority, the giant reflective ‘S’ on his chest glinting in the dim light. “Show yourself, villain! The silent alarm was tripped, we know you’re here!”
Quick Lad did a luscious hair flip, sending his long golden curls cascading down his shoulders. His hair now free of his face, the faster-than-light boy examined the room and discovered a door slowly creaking open in the far corner below a neon exit sign. The crack of light from the door partially illuminated a portly, flamboyantly dressed man attempting to make a silent escape.
“Not so fast evil-doer!” Quick Lad dashed forward and slammed the door shut in his face. “You’re not going anywhere!”
“We’ll see about that you little nerd!” The figure announced in a squeaky little voice, shoving the boy hero to the floor.
Quick Lad shouted “No!” and dramatically fell to the concrete ground.
“Quick Lad!” Spider-Woman shrieked. She dug her eight hairy spider legs into the floor and scurried up the wall to the ceiling above.
“You won’t catch me!” The mysterious man ran several feet away from the group before doubling over and clutching his knees. Panting heavily, desperate for breath.
“How about some of this!” Spider-Woman fired a long, fluid-like web from her abdomen and stuck the culprit to the wall.
“Oh my, God! This is disgusting!” The perp wiggled in the webbing feebly, “It-Its still warm!”
Strong-Man stood in front of the colorful villain and crossed his arms.
“Fools! Don’t you know who I am? My name is VMI, and I am your worst nightmare!”
“VMI?” Strong-Man scratched his head, his companions joining at his flanks
“Villain of Minor Inconveniences!” VMI cackled venomously, “Or you can call me Frank if you want.”
“Are we supposed to be impressed, Frank?” Spider-Woman scoffs, “Seems we have beaten you hand over fist!”
“Fools! You do not even realize you have already lost!” Frank looked down to Strong-Man from his elevated position, “You! Check your pockets for your house keys. Do it if you think you have the guts!”
Strong-Man felt around his skin-tight leggings, “Huh, where did those go?”
“VMI strikes!” Frank screamed, then turned his devious gaze to Quick-Lad, “You, boy, check the tires on your car and see if they are still as you left them!”
Quick Lad shrugged, “Ok,” then disappeared, only to reappear seconds later, “Bad news, gang, all the tires are flat on the Subaru.”
“Damn you, Frank!” Spider-Woman shook her fist in the portly man’s direction
VMI laughed madly, “None escape me! Think you’ve packed everything for your business trip? Boom! Your files on the company’s financial growth for the past quarter have disappeared. You’ll have to print another copy! Staying at a friend’s place and your phone is about to die? Smack! You forgot to pack your phone charger! Sure you don’t need to do laundry because you’re positive you’ll have enough socks for the next day? Ka-pow! Now you only have a single sock left, and one foot will have to go commando! There is no end to my tyranny! Just try to stop me you pedestrians!”
Strong Man approached the gloating villain and landed a swift punch between his eyes, knocking him out instantly.
“Damn, that guy’s annoying.” He turned to his companions, “You guys want to get some ice-cream or something?”
“Hell, yeah!” Quick Lad whipped out his smartphone from his cargo shorts, “Car’s out, so I’ll just call a Lyft.”
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