Bigtime, New York, is not big enough for both Carmen Cole and the superheroes and ubervillains who stalk its streets. An intrepid reporter, Carmen's dedicated her life to unmasking the spandexwearers, all because her fiance turned out to be a superhero, and a cheating one at that-sleeping with... read more
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a superhero to stalk.”Carmen
“The cars stopped, and several men of varying ages and ethnicities emerged. One group favored designer business suits and glossy wingtips, while the others opted for sweatshirts, pricey sneakers, and baggy pants. Drugs brought people together no matter what their socioeconomic backgrounds might be. How comforting.”
“I found nothing I could use, unless I wanted to brain Scorpion with a very thick encyclopedia. I didn’t think that would slow down the ubervillain for a second, although a book without pictures might confuse him.”
“Who knows? Maybe she’s a thrill-seeker. Maybe her parents didn’t love her enough as a child. Maybe she was dropped on her head when she was a baby. I don’t really care what drove her to her life of crime.”Carmen
“She’d made one major mistake and miscalculation. Everybody knew you didn’t piss off a Southern woman. We might look all sweet and nice and innocent, but every single one of us had a memory an elephant would envy and a mean streak to match. I was no exception. I never forgot, and I very rarely forgave.”
“I blinked. I’d done my share of stupid stuff as a kid, but I couldn’t ever remember trying to hack into the FBI mainframe. Drink a few wine coolers, sure. Break into a secure government network, not so much.”
“Interesting. I’d never thought superheroes would have to work out to stay in shape. Of course, it would be terribly embarrassing for a superhero to let himself or herself go, what with all the skin-tight spandex and leather they wore. After all, there was only so much flesh you could shove into a size 0 catsuit.”
“Anyone with half a brain and a little bit of time can figure out who most of you are. C’mon. What sort of lame-ass disguise is a pair of glasses and skintight spandex anyway?”Carmen
“Unfortunately, I must take the road less traveled. I’m afraid that I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep,” I quipped.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
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