henchgirl with the futuristic gun. I had the suspicion she was the one responsible for all the ice filling the bank, plus the dead bank President. She could have just blasted me and taken off running. I got the impression she wasn’t the mad dog killer type, though. Either that or she wasn’t sure whether her gun could harm me since I could turn intangible at will.
Smart woman.
Really, she was very familiar. Her Eskimo parka was wrapped around her head so I couldn’t make out her features but there was something about her that made me feel like I was next to someone I knew very well. It helped that her hands and neck were as pale as a vampire’s, which just a few people I knew had. I was ready to walk up to her and pull down her hood so I could get a good look.
In an accent I recognized as coming from the South Side, the woman hesitated then asked, “Um, am I next?”
I finally realized why she was so familiar. “Cindy? Cindy Wakowski?”
“Gary?”
“Shhh!” I made a shush gesture. “Don’t advertise it to the world!”
Cindy and I had gone to school together, South Falconcrest High. We’d shared glee club, a love of supervillainy, and the joys of sex in the backseat of my father’s car. Hell, we’d even gone to prom together. Last I’d heard she’d been studying to be a doctor.
“ You know this woman?”
“Don’t act so surprised. I grew up in South Falconcrest. Half of my class went on to become henchmen or supervillains.”
To understand Southies, you had to take the bad part of town then put it next to a part of town its residents didn’t want to go into late at night.
That was South Falconcrest.
“You’re a superhero ?” Cindy asked, disbelieving. “Your parents would be so ashamed!”
“Not quite,” I said. “How did you end up a henchwench?”
Cindy huffed, lifting her gun. “That’s an offensive slur. The proper term is hench person . In any case, it started small. I needed to pay off my student loans and there was an ad on Crimeslist. It spiraled from there. I’ve worked for six different supervillains in the past month, there’s not much demand for a permanent sexy underling.”
“I understand, I do.” I nodded, giving her a once over. “By the way, that’s not a flattering look for you.”
Cindy pulled down her parka and revealed her long bright red hair and cute round ears. “Well, excuse me all to hell. It’s not like I’m going to start taking fashion tips from a guy dressed up like the Nightwalker.”
“I prefer to think I look like an evil sorcerer or necromancer. In any case, you’re free to go. Try not to hook up with guys like the Malt Shop Gang again, though. Those guys are crazy .”
“Tell me about it,” Cindy said, lifting up her futuristic gun. “You want the freeze ray?” She got a dreamy look in her eye. “I miss working for the Mad Baker. He made the most delicious cookies. They’re made with ingredients from the future.”
“ What IS it about this town? I never thought I’d long for the good old days of Nazi robots and dragons .”
“I’d love the freeze ray!” I said, ignoring Cloak’s mutterings before taking the bulky weapon in hand. “Oomph. Heavy. I can make it my first trophy, though.”
“You’re letting her go?” One of the bank employees, a middle aged black woman, interrupted us. She was still kneeling on the ground with her hands on her neck like half the bank personnel.
“You’re welcome!” I snapped back at her.
“ You realize she killed the bank president, right ?”
I gave a dismissive shrug. “Last time I came here for a loan, the Bank President had a pregnant mother of two thrown out by security. Somehow, I think God will forgive her. If not, eh, Hell has better parties anyway.”
Taking a look back at the frozen form of the bank president, I saw he was still standing there hands in air. It looked like he was trying to wave off whatever blast had covered him in a thick layer of frost. Standing
Smart woman.
Really, she was very familiar. Her Eskimo parka was wrapped around her head so I couldn’t make out her features but there was something about her that made me feel like I was next to someone I knew very well. It helped that her hands and neck were as pale as a vampire’s, which just a few people I knew had. I was ready to walk up to her and pull down her hood so I could get a good look.
In an accent I recognized as coming from the South Side, the woman hesitated then asked, “Um, am I next?”
I finally realized why she was so familiar. “Cindy? Cindy Wakowski?”
“Gary?”
“Shhh!” I made a shush gesture. “Don’t advertise it to the world!”
Cindy and I had gone to school together, South Falconcrest High. We’d shared glee club, a love of supervillainy, and the joys of sex in the backseat of my father’s car. Hell, we’d even gone to prom together. Last I’d heard she’d been studying to be a doctor.
“ You know this woman?”
“Don’t act so surprised. I grew up in South Falconcrest. Half of my class went on to become henchmen or supervillains.”
To understand Southies, you had to take the bad part of town then put it next to a part of town its residents didn’t want to go into late at night.
That was South Falconcrest.
“You’re a superhero ?” Cindy asked, disbelieving. “Your parents would be so ashamed!”
“Not quite,” I said. “How did you end up a henchwench?”
Cindy huffed, lifting her gun. “That’s an offensive slur. The proper term is hench person . In any case, it started small. I needed to pay off my student loans and there was an ad on Crimeslist. It spiraled from there. I’ve worked for six different supervillains in the past month, there’s not much demand for a permanent sexy underling.”
“I understand, I do.” I nodded, giving her a once over. “By the way, that’s not a flattering look for you.”
Cindy pulled down her parka and revealed her long bright red hair and cute round ears. “Well, excuse me all to hell. It’s not like I’m going to start taking fashion tips from a guy dressed up like the Nightwalker.”
“I prefer to think I look like an evil sorcerer or necromancer. In any case, you’re free to go. Try not to hook up with guys like the Malt Shop Gang again, though. Those guys are crazy .”
“Tell me about it,” Cindy said, lifting up her futuristic gun. “You want the freeze ray?” She got a dreamy look in her eye. “I miss working for the Mad Baker. He made the most delicious cookies. They’re made with ingredients from the future.”
“ What IS it about this town? I never thought I’d long for the good old days of Nazi robots and dragons .”
“I’d love the freeze ray!” I said, ignoring Cloak’s mutterings before taking the bulky weapon in hand. “Oomph. Heavy. I can make it my first trophy, though.”
“You’re letting her go?” One of the bank employees, a middle aged black woman, interrupted us. She was still kneeling on the ground with her hands on her neck like half the bank personnel.
“You’re welcome!” I snapped back at her.
“ You realize she killed the bank president, right ?”
I gave a dismissive shrug. “Last time I came here for a loan, the Bank President had a pregnant mother of two thrown out by security. Somehow, I think God will forgive her. If not, eh, Hell has better parties anyway.”
Taking a look back at the frozen form of the bank president, I saw he was still standing there hands in air. It looked like he was trying to wave off whatever blast had covered him in a thick layer of frost. Standing
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