Golden Age Sunday: Riding Sidecar Part 4

Riding Sidecar
Part IV

I cra parked The Co-Champion next to some bushes, took my helmet off, and checked to make sure that my mask was on straight. I was about to throw the helmet into the seat when I realized it was my only way to contact The Victor. I could try to get the radio out, but the helmet would be destroyed. I could just carry it with me, but that would limit my mobility and leave me open to attacks.

I had finally decided to risk leaving the helmet when I sensed someone behind. Spinning to face whatever it was, I found a long brown tail waiting for me. Suppressing a giggle, I curiously stepped closer to it. Yellow Tail meet Brown Tail. I was about to reach for it when it disappeared into the trees above.

Scrunching my face, I went over what I had just seen in my head. It almost looked like a MONKEY’S. Realizing I had been tricked, I was about to turn around when I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head and heard someone laughing, “You try to catch Ateles, but Ateles catch you.” Falling to the ground, I realized I had been worrying about how to find Dorkin, when I should have been worrying about Dorkin finding me.

First Night on the Town part 3

As I slam it to the muscle-bound goon I realize one thing about myself. I HATE BEING RIGHT. Getting up off the thug, I shake my head and try to figure out if I’m upright or doing a handstand. After I decide my feet are on the ground, I turn to face the other four. Sorry, I mean two. Mr. Question The Money had ran over to check on the sleeping giant while his partner, Mr. Relax had moved to block me from getting to the van. His pose seems familiar.

It starts to sink in when I hear what Mr. QTM says as he tries to wake the sleeping ugly, “Bear? Bear? Are you alright?” Bear? Glancing over at Mr. QTM, I realize he’s dressed more to give a lecture than to commit a crime with his brown vest and khakis. Syd? Turning to face Mr. Relax as he inches closer I finally notice his loose clothing and his fire filled eyes. Davy?

Shooting straight up, my pain forgotten as I stare at them. Running my eyes over each one I start to list their names, ages, and skills to myself. David, or Davy-san as he likes to be called, is the youngest brother of the three with some of the fastest reflexes I’ve ever seen. His karate isn’t anything to laugh at either. Bart, or rather the infamously known Bear, is the middle brother. He normally bench press a 1,000 pounds and is skilled in Greco-Roman wrestling. He once “roughhoused” with a baby grizzly just to say he had. Sydney is the oldest of the Tones Brothers and used to help me plan the heists, when he wasn’t studying for a history test. They’re my old crew, the Sons of Crime. All we need is Billy, and the whole gang would be here.

Davy knocks me out of memory lane with a leaping knee to the jaw. I start to fall towards trashcans behind me and don’t even try to right myself. I shouldn’t be a hero.

Davy delivers a right to the left side of my jaw, making me spit out blood. I used to lead these guys. If Sydney couldn’t stay legit, what hope do I have?

Landing in trash, I just stay there as Davy dives at me and starts beating my face in. I don’t think any of this is karate, but I don’t care. Just as I’m about to blackout, someone shouts enough and Davy stops. Peering out thro one of my black eyes I see a whip around his wrist, pulling him off me. What, the fight got too boring for you?

Second Title Thursday

Other Probabilities: A book that takes a look at the PC Universe if one or more things had happened or didn't happen one way or another. Its similar to Marvel's "What If?" and DC's "Elseworlds"

Fourth Wordy Wednesday

Aero: A superhuman that has some power dealing with gas or gasses.

Fifth Temporal Tuesday

Okay going back to something I did two weeks ago, in fact I just do this every two weeks. Here's another history lesson from the PC Universe.

About a year after the appearance of Father Crime, a eccentric millionaire by the name Edward Mann(Mr. E. Mann) decided to try to take him down. All research into his past has proven that was in fact his real name.

Operating publicly, he tried and failed to take down the supervillain for decades. But, even though he could never take the criminal mastermind he was able to stop his criminal empire from spreading out of Europe.

Everything about Mr. E Mann's methods and looks could be explained. Even though his identity was public knowledge, he wore a mask because it allowed him to see in the dark and scan for evidence. He used a grappling gun because Father Crime legally owned most of the streets and could have charged him with trespassing. He drove a custom car because Father Crime use supped up vehicles to commit his crimes. He operated outside the law because Crime owned most of the government.

Mann retired shortly after Father Crime's disappearance but refused to comment if the two connected. Most experts believed that this would be the end of the costume beings and crazy masterminds, and other vigilantes. It would have been, if it wasn't for Nikoli Stile. But that's a story for another time.

Fifth Most Wanted Monday

Last week you read about Gunner, this week you'll read about his son Gunner Reload.

Gunner Reload: The son of the first Gunner, he carries on his father's bloody legacy of murder for hire. (I'm working on the name)

Real name: Will Tell Jr.
Age: 21
Ethnic group: Caucasian
Marital status: Single
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 225 lbs
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Reddish-brown
Known accomplices: David Tones aka Davy-san, Bartholomew Tomes aka Bear, and Sydney Tones
Occupation: Hitman
Abilities: Master Marksman
Group affiliations: Sons of Crime (formally)

First Night on the Town part 2

About a minute later, I’m perched on a chimney overlooking the alley where the scream came from. I’m too far up to make out much, but I could see it was two guys standing beside a white van and a third bigger man tossing the kid inside. I was also able to catch the last of the argument that the first two was having.

The first guy, standing the furthest from the van, “I still don’t like it. He’s not telling us why he needs these people.”

The second guy, leaning against the van, “Relax. We’re getting paid well for this gig. Just shut up, do as you’re told, or you’ll blow it for the rest of us.”

“I don’t care about getting paid. I just want---.” I had wanted to hear the rest of the sentence, but thought it would be better to help the kid first. Tuning them out I focus on what I’m about to do. Moving the shield from my back onto my right arm and creep onto the ledge. I’m going to take out the big guy, if I’’ have any chance at rescuing the kid. Taking a deep breath I dive off, holding the shield in front of me and bracing my right arm with my left. This is going to hurt. A LOT.