Post by starskyhutch76 on Jul 3, 2017 4:01:58 GMT
pt1
by Dan Swanson and Starsky_Hutch76
Early one Sunday morning, In the small but upscale town of Upperton, Va, a police prowl car cruised slowly down the main street of town, past the Metro station, in the direction of The Holiday Academy for Young Ladies. A group of about a dozen teens, mostly girls and walking in that same direction, quieted significantly as soon as they were aware of the approaching, then passing, police car. Once the car had passed, they resumed their cheerful conversations, although somewhat less loudly than before. Though none would admit it openly, they were all comforted to know that the Upperton police always cruised Main Street a few minutes after the arrival of the last outbound train from downtown, checking on the safety of those returning from a night out in Washington, D.C.
Tonight, as the group was nearing the Boutique district between the town and the campus, they witnessed an eerie event - a black door appeared on the side of the Bikini Boutique, and out stepped a tall young man in a red robe with a high black collar. He was followed by a tall, lanky but muscular chalk white skinned figure in tattered rags. He was a slightly smaller but no less imposing version of his father, Soloman Grundy. The two moved to block their path.
As they started to yell their outrage, the young man quickly chanted a few words and then gestured, with a powerful spoken command. "Be Silent, and Be Gone!"
He flicked both hands in their direction, and suddenly they were silent, even as they tried desperately to scream. An irresistible force carried them down the street and dropped them several blocks away, where they ran or limped or crawled away, still silent.
The robed teenager barked laughter as a smirking sneer twisted his sinisterly handsome face. He boasted loudly to his companion. "We did it, my undead friend! This coup is sure to get us the recognition we have sought for so long!" He carefully set down the satchel he was carrying. "Careful with that statue, Kid Grundy!" he yelled at the monster. "Once I restore her, the Star Swarm franchise will pay millions for the return of their precious Princess Pleia!" He paused for another barking laugh. "If, that is, she's not broken!"
"Kid Grundy not care about millions. Kid Grundy miss DOLL-EE!" The monster put down the scantily-clad statue, then turned on his partner with a look so ferocious that even Faust was taken aback. "Kid Grundy want to go home back to his DOLL-EE! NOW!"
"Well, my undead friend…, ah, you see, hmm… um, well, I don't really know how to get home right now. I made those last 3 doorways totally at random so nobody could follow us. It will probably take me about 5 minutes to figure out just where we are, and then I'll have us home in seconds."
Kid Grundy didn't look like he was willing to wait 5 minutes and a few seconds. "Here, play with these for a while," Faust said.
He snapped his fingers, and a shower of softball-sized cannonballs appeared near Kid Grundy's face. Not a one of them made it to the ground - moving more quickly than such a monster should be able to, Kid Grundy snatched them from the air, one after another, and tossed them back up again, and in less than a second there was a fountain of big iron balls rising from of his hands as he juggled the four 42 pound cannonballs as easily as the most skilled clown with tennis balls. Shortly a small smile appeared on Kid Grundy's dead face, and it quickly spread from side to side as the unbelieving monster thrilled to his own incredible actions. "
Little baby-sitting spell I worked out," Faust explained to the air around him, as he set about casting a simple spell to determine their location. Instead, he quickly discovered something that made him smile nearly as wide as Kid Grundy! 'Maybe that last jump wasn't as random as I thought,' he mentally purred in satisfaction. 'Sometimes it seems like the magic has a mind of its own!' He turned to his brutish accomplice. "Look alive, thing from the swamp! Remember Star Sapphire?"
"Not Swamp Thing, man in dress! Kid Grundy!" That was new – Kid Grundy had never before reacted to any of the derisive nicknames Faust or any of their Jr. Injustice Gang had called him. They had all assumed he was too stupid to figure out he was being mocked. "Kid Grundy remember that he HATE Sapphire!"
"Well, my alabaster friend, looks like we've got a chance at two birds tonight. Take a look that-away!" With a pop, the cannons disappeared as Faust pointed, leaving behind only the cannonballs Kid Grundy still clutched, and a spell zoomed in on the scene from several blocks away, where Star Sapphire was flying down the street in their direction. "What are you going to do about that?"
"Kid Grundy KILL Sapphire!!" the giant teenaged zombie roared. Three of the cannonballs he had been playing with fell to the street, punching small craters into the asphalt,barely missing their stolen statue. Without another word, he wound up and delivered a fastball right down the middle of the road. There was a brief sonic boom, and then with his enhanced vision, Faust saw a car behind Star Sapphire get picked up and smashed into the building behind it, where it exploded.
“You missed, you miserable bumbling undead white ape!” he snarled in anger as he reached down to grab their purloined prize to protect it from any more potential harm. “And now she knows we’re coming.” Faust rose into the air and floated forward, stationary and erect, neither his robe nor hair mussed by the wind of his movement, fading into invisibility as he went. Kid Grundy plodded eagerly after, shattering the asphalt with each lumbering step.
***~~~***
Some people had warned Amanda Martin that working as an intern counselor at the STAR Hotline (Survivors of Trauma or Abuse Resources Hotline) could be bad for her emotional well-being. In fact, her new stepfather, Dr. Charles McNider, had been one of those. He’d warned that talking with trauma victims about their horrific experiences had the potential to cause flashbacks, opening the floodgates of memories which were all-too-often as vivid as the actual occasions of abuse.
“On the other hand,” he’d continued, “For some people, there are no experiences more healing than helping others overcome their own traumas. There’s no way to know in advance how you will be affected. So, go ahead - but if you have any concerns, make sure you talk to me about them immediately!” It was as close to an order as she’d heard from her new stepfather, and she’d quickly agreed.
‘So far, I’m one of those - each time I help someone, I feel stronger!’, she thought brightly as she walked back to her dorm at the Holiday Academy for Young Ladies. Then, though, ‘But there are times when I feel like I’ve failed, too, and I can almost feel Kid Grundy hitting me again as I lay helpless. I thought I was past those feelings, but working here sometimes brings them back. I promised Charles I’d talk to him if something like this happened. I hope he’s still awake!’
Then her thoughts changed to tomorrow, Saturday. ‘I’m going to meet Jeff for lunch, and then we’re going to the test match. I’ve never seen a cricket game before; it ought to be interesting.’ Jeff was Jeffrey Pierce, Static, the son of the UK Ambassador to the US. The US National team cricket team was meeting the Somerset County Cricket Club for a match beginning at 2 PM. Amanda expected they would go for dinner and a show after. She didn't know much about cricket…
She was startled from her musing when a group of teens ran past her, utterly silent, with looks of abject terror on their faces. She recognized several of them as fellow students at the Holiday Academy. She stepped in front of one of the slowest girl, and grunted when the young lady smashed into her and knocked her to the ground. "Kat! What's the matter?"
Kat tried to scream, but nothing came out, so she turned and pointed, and then tugged on Amanda's arm to try to get her to run. When Amanda resisted, she let go and resumed running in the same direction. While it had been Amanda who had been knocked down, it was Star Sapphire, surrounded by a glowing purple energy shield, who floated up about 6’ from the pavement.
She had time to notice something coming toward her, but not enough time to move. Fortunately, it passed beneath her, but the car parked behind her wasn’t so lucky. The cannonball smashed into the engine compartment, and slammed the car backward, and the impact against the brick building behind it caused the gas tank to explode. Alarms started blaring, and Amanda then noticed Kid Grundy racing down the street toward her. “Crap, just what I needed tonight!” she swore.
“Hate Sapphire! Hate Sapphire! Hate Sapphire!” Kid Grundy leaped and slammed into her shield but by now she was ready. Months ago, she might have panicked, but she had much more experience and hundreds of hours of training since then. She expanded the shield rapidly, pushing him off her, and he fell heavily to the sidewalk, throwing up shrapnel. She only paid him partial attention - she knew who was behind this.
“Faust! I know you’re there! Show yourself!” she shouted, beginning to look around. The only answer was haughty laughter that seemed to come from nowhere.
“Kid Grundy SMASH Sapphire!” He raced forward, like a runaway train. Sapphire floated casually into the air again as Grundy raced beneath her, and he slammed into a fire hydrant - which broke and launched him violently into the air on top of a geyser of water.
“This is just the kind of slimy, cowardly attack I’d expect from a slimy worm like you, Faust!”
“And just who the hell do you think you’re talking to, little girl?” Faust said indignantly. She still couldn’t pinpoint his location.
Kid Grundy’s writhing broke him free of the geyser and hell fell heavily to the pavement, cracking it as he hit. He reached out and easily picked up the broken hydrant, which weighed around 200 pounds. “Kid Grundy KILL stupid purple girl!”
‘Can’t let that missile hit anything!’ Amanda thought. A purple beam flashed out and speared the flying hydrant, then spun it around like a lasso, and released it some it so that it smashed into the golem, knocking him down. She concentrated for a second, using her own natural power, and sensed a nervous system on the sidewalk, even though she couldn’t see anyone. Suddenly, a human figure appeared on the sidewalk in that location, a transparent human figure outlined in glowing purple.
“Gotcha, you creep!” she exclaimed in triumph.
Without climbing fully to his feet, Grundy leaped at her. “Geez, Whitey, don’t you know when you’re licked?” she asked him in mock frustration. “OK, then… Voila!”
Grundy froze in mid-leap. He was wrapped in a skin-tight purple harness, which ended in a purple cable rising from the center of his back. The cable stretched a few feet to a purple sky hook, and Grundy was suspended a dozen feet in the air - and no amount of twisting or writing, roaring and screaming, allowed him to reach the cable. With no leverage and no way to brace himself, there was no way to use his strength - and he hung there helpless.
“You may have FOUND me, but that hardly helps you!” Faust released his invisibility spell, revealing a young man in a red robe. He made a quick gesture, ending up pointing at the floating heroine, and spoke in a suddenly sepulchral tone, “Surrender and I might let you continue to live on as my concubine. … might.!”
“Not even in my dreams, slimebag!” Star Saphire snapped
Clearly Faust had been expecting something different; he was totally unprepared when Star Sapphire swooped down on him and slammed her fist into his jaw. He stumbled backward and fell, against the wall, sliding down to a slumping seated position.
“Thought you’d be dealing with a willing slave this time, didn’t you? Funny, if you’d orchestrated this little attack a week ago, you might have had a chance. By the way, good-bye.”
A pinkish-purple hammerhead, roughly the size and shape of a Volkswagon van slammed down on the pavement, shattering the sidewalk and revealing the hard-packed soil beneath. “Part of learning to deal with trauma is learning to deal with your anger at your abusers,” she quoted one of her mentors at the STAR Hotline, as she lifted the hammer - to reveal a large cavity, and Faust laying stunned and confused on an island of unshattered concrete. “Revenge can’t change the past - and if you stoop to revenge, you are no better than your abuser.”
She laughed. “I feel SO much better now!” The hammer vanished, and she turned to the hanging Grundy. “I’ll just put you two in a cage for the authorities.” She was a little too cocky, however.
Though cowed Faust as always had one last trick ready - a teleportation spell that required only a few gestures and fewer words. “Sorry, my dear. Incarceration just isn’t in my schedule (pronouncing the lst word with the British ‘shedule’)” ‘Poof’ - and he and Grundy were gone.
***~~~***
Back in his sanctum, Faust fumed in disgust. Being defeated by someone he had considered beneath him… twice no less… hurt his aristocratic sensibilities. “No doubt, our next encounter will involve her teammates as well. I must rebuild my alliances and repopulate my team. Because never fear, Star Sapphire, there WILL be another encounter. And this time, you will pay for indignity after indignity you have heaped on me!”
“If you keep talking to yourself, people will start to think you’re crazy,” a mature voice said from behind him. “I think Dollface already has enough crazy for your whole team.”
That she does,” Faust said, turning to his benefactor.
Lorn Jupiter was one of the best old school money men. He had made a career out of turning the crazy schemes of super villains into actual untraceable cash. It was a career that had made him unspeakably rich, but now he was bored. He wanted to sponsor his own young team… show them the ropes, so to speak. And Faust had the most promise of any rising young super villain he had met.
“So… your pungent friend seems more gruff than usual. Was there a setback?” Jupiter asked.
“Nothing that affected the mission,” Faust said, tossing him the priceless artifact.
Lorn Jupiter’s eyes grew wide as he rushed to catch it. “Don’t scare me like that. I’m not as young as I used to be.” He gestured with the statue, “You did good tonight, kid, but don’t let yourself get distracted. Those costumed do-gooders always turn up again whether you want them to or not. So, there’s always another chance to settle old scores.”
“I’ll keep that under advisement,” Faust said.
“You’re on your way, kid. If this score tonight is any indication, you’re going places.” With that, he turned and left the room.
“Right you are, Mr. Jupiter,” Faust said to himself. “And oh, the places I will have to go to get this team ready for when the Jr JSA comes looking for us.”
by Dan Swanson and Starsky_Hutch76
Early one Sunday morning, In the small but upscale town of Upperton, Va, a police prowl car cruised slowly down the main street of town, past the Metro station, in the direction of The Holiday Academy for Young Ladies. A group of about a dozen teens, mostly girls and walking in that same direction, quieted significantly as soon as they were aware of the approaching, then passing, police car. Once the car had passed, they resumed their cheerful conversations, although somewhat less loudly than before. Though none would admit it openly, they were all comforted to know that the Upperton police always cruised Main Street a few minutes after the arrival of the last outbound train from downtown, checking on the safety of those returning from a night out in Washington, D.C.
Tonight, as the group was nearing the Boutique district between the town and the campus, they witnessed an eerie event - a black door appeared on the side of the Bikini Boutique, and out stepped a tall young man in a red robe with a high black collar. He was followed by a tall, lanky but muscular chalk white skinned figure in tattered rags. He was a slightly smaller but no less imposing version of his father, Soloman Grundy. The two moved to block their path.
As they started to yell their outrage, the young man quickly chanted a few words and then gestured, with a powerful spoken command. "Be Silent, and Be Gone!"
He flicked both hands in their direction, and suddenly they were silent, even as they tried desperately to scream. An irresistible force carried them down the street and dropped them several blocks away, where they ran or limped or crawled away, still silent.
The robed teenager barked laughter as a smirking sneer twisted his sinisterly handsome face. He boasted loudly to his companion. "We did it, my undead friend! This coup is sure to get us the recognition we have sought for so long!" He carefully set down the satchel he was carrying. "Careful with that statue, Kid Grundy!" he yelled at the monster. "Once I restore her, the Star Swarm franchise will pay millions for the return of their precious Princess Pleia!" He paused for another barking laugh. "If, that is, she's not broken!"
"Kid Grundy not care about millions. Kid Grundy miss DOLL-EE!" The monster put down the scantily-clad statue, then turned on his partner with a look so ferocious that even Faust was taken aback. "Kid Grundy want to go home back to his DOLL-EE! NOW!"
"Well, my undead friend…, ah, you see, hmm… um, well, I don't really know how to get home right now. I made those last 3 doorways totally at random so nobody could follow us. It will probably take me about 5 minutes to figure out just where we are, and then I'll have us home in seconds."
Kid Grundy didn't look like he was willing to wait 5 minutes and a few seconds. "Here, play with these for a while," Faust said.
He snapped his fingers, and a shower of softball-sized cannonballs appeared near Kid Grundy's face. Not a one of them made it to the ground - moving more quickly than such a monster should be able to, Kid Grundy snatched them from the air, one after another, and tossed them back up again, and in less than a second there was a fountain of big iron balls rising from of his hands as he juggled the four 42 pound cannonballs as easily as the most skilled clown with tennis balls. Shortly a small smile appeared on Kid Grundy's dead face, and it quickly spread from side to side as the unbelieving monster thrilled to his own incredible actions. "
Little baby-sitting spell I worked out," Faust explained to the air around him, as he set about casting a simple spell to determine their location. Instead, he quickly discovered something that made him smile nearly as wide as Kid Grundy! 'Maybe that last jump wasn't as random as I thought,' he mentally purred in satisfaction. 'Sometimes it seems like the magic has a mind of its own!' He turned to his brutish accomplice. "Look alive, thing from the swamp! Remember Star Sapphire?"
"Not Swamp Thing, man in dress! Kid Grundy!" That was new – Kid Grundy had never before reacted to any of the derisive nicknames Faust or any of their Jr. Injustice Gang had called him. They had all assumed he was too stupid to figure out he was being mocked. "Kid Grundy remember that he HATE Sapphire!"
"Well, my alabaster friend, looks like we've got a chance at two birds tonight. Take a look that-away!" With a pop, the cannons disappeared as Faust pointed, leaving behind only the cannonballs Kid Grundy still clutched, and a spell zoomed in on the scene from several blocks away, where Star Sapphire was flying down the street in their direction. "What are you going to do about that?"
"Kid Grundy KILL Sapphire!!" the giant teenaged zombie roared. Three of the cannonballs he had been playing with fell to the street, punching small craters into the asphalt,barely missing their stolen statue. Without another word, he wound up and delivered a fastball right down the middle of the road. There was a brief sonic boom, and then with his enhanced vision, Faust saw a car behind Star Sapphire get picked up and smashed into the building behind it, where it exploded.
“You missed, you miserable bumbling undead white ape!” he snarled in anger as he reached down to grab their purloined prize to protect it from any more potential harm. “And now she knows we’re coming.” Faust rose into the air and floated forward, stationary and erect, neither his robe nor hair mussed by the wind of his movement, fading into invisibility as he went. Kid Grundy plodded eagerly after, shattering the asphalt with each lumbering step.
***~~~***
Some people had warned Amanda Martin that working as an intern counselor at the STAR Hotline (Survivors of Trauma or Abuse Resources Hotline) could be bad for her emotional well-being. In fact, her new stepfather, Dr. Charles McNider, had been one of those. He’d warned that talking with trauma victims about their horrific experiences had the potential to cause flashbacks, opening the floodgates of memories which were all-too-often as vivid as the actual occasions of abuse.
“On the other hand,” he’d continued, “For some people, there are no experiences more healing than helping others overcome their own traumas. There’s no way to know in advance how you will be affected. So, go ahead - but if you have any concerns, make sure you talk to me about them immediately!” It was as close to an order as she’d heard from her new stepfather, and she’d quickly agreed.
‘So far, I’m one of those - each time I help someone, I feel stronger!’, she thought brightly as she walked back to her dorm at the Holiday Academy for Young Ladies. Then, though, ‘But there are times when I feel like I’ve failed, too, and I can almost feel Kid Grundy hitting me again as I lay helpless. I thought I was past those feelings, but working here sometimes brings them back. I promised Charles I’d talk to him if something like this happened. I hope he’s still awake!’
Then her thoughts changed to tomorrow, Saturday. ‘I’m going to meet Jeff for lunch, and then we’re going to the test match. I’ve never seen a cricket game before; it ought to be interesting.’ Jeff was Jeffrey Pierce, Static, the son of the UK Ambassador to the US. The US National team cricket team was meeting the Somerset County Cricket Club for a match beginning at 2 PM. Amanda expected they would go for dinner and a show after. She didn't know much about cricket…
She was startled from her musing when a group of teens ran past her, utterly silent, with looks of abject terror on their faces. She recognized several of them as fellow students at the Holiday Academy. She stepped in front of one of the slowest girl, and grunted when the young lady smashed into her and knocked her to the ground. "Kat! What's the matter?"
Kat tried to scream, but nothing came out, so she turned and pointed, and then tugged on Amanda's arm to try to get her to run. When Amanda resisted, she let go and resumed running in the same direction. While it had been Amanda who had been knocked down, it was Star Sapphire, surrounded by a glowing purple energy shield, who floated up about 6’ from the pavement.
She had time to notice something coming toward her, but not enough time to move. Fortunately, it passed beneath her, but the car parked behind her wasn’t so lucky. The cannonball smashed into the engine compartment, and slammed the car backward, and the impact against the brick building behind it caused the gas tank to explode. Alarms started blaring, and Amanda then noticed Kid Grundy racing down the street toward her. “Crap, just what I needed tonight!” she swore.
“Hate Sapphire! Hate Sapphire! Hate Sapphire!” Kid Grundy leaped and slammed into her shield but by now she was ready. Months ago, she might have panicked, but she had much more experience and hundreds of hours of training since then. She expanded the shield rapidly, pushing him off her, and he fell heavily to the sidewalk, throwing up shrapnel. She only paid him partial attention - she knew who was behind this.
“Faust! I know you’re there! Show yourself!” she shouted, beginning to look around. The only answer was haughty laughter that seemed to come from nowhere.
“Kid Grundy SMASH Sapphire!” He raced forward, like a runaway train. Sapphire floated casually into the air again as Grundy raced beneath her, and he slammed into a fire hydrant - which broke and launched him violently into the air on top of a geyser of water.
“This is just the kind of slimy, cowardly attack I’d expect from a slimy worm like you, Faust!”
“And just who the hell do you think you’re talking to, little girl?” Faust said indignantly. She still couldn’t pinpoint his location.
Kid Grundy’s writhing broke him free of the geyser and hell fell heavily to the pavement, cracking it as he hit. He reached out and easily picked up the broken hydrant, which weighed around 200 pounds. “Kid Grundy KILL stupid purple girl!”
‘Can’t let that missile hit anything!’ Amanda thought. A purple beam flashed out and speared the flying hydrant, then spun it around like a lasso, and released it some it so that it smashed into the golem, knocking him down. She concentrated for a second, using her own natural power, and sensed a nervous system on the sidewalk, even though she couldn’t see anyone. Suddenly, a human figure appeared on the sidewalk in that location, a transparent human figure outlined in glowing purple.
“Gotcha, you creep!” she exclaimed in triumph.
Without climbing fully to his feet, Grundy leaped at her. “Geez, Whitey, don’t you know when you’re licked?” she asked him in mock frustration. “OK, then… Voila!”
Grundy froze in mid-leap. He was wrapped in a skin-tight purple harness, which ended in a purple cable rising from the center of his back. The cable stretched a few feet to a purple sky hook, and Grundy was suspended a dozen feet in the air - and no amount of twisting or writing, roaring and screaming, allowed him to reach the cable. With no leverage and no way to brace himself, there was no way to use his strength - and he hung there helpless.
“You may have FOUND me, but that hardly helps you!” Faust released his invisibility spell, revealing a young man in a red robe. He made a quick gesture, ending up pointing at the floating heroine, and spoke in a suddenly sepulchral tone, “Surrender and I might let you continue to live on as my concubine. … might.!”
“Not even in my dreams, slimebag!” Star Saphire snapped
Clearly Faust had been expecting something different; he was totally unprepared when Star Sapphire swooped down on him and slammed her fist into his jaw. He stumbled backward and fell, against the wall, sliding down to a slumping seated position.
“Thought you’d be dealing with a willing slave this time, didn’t you? Funny, if you’d orchestrated this little attack a week ago, you might have had a chance. By the way, good-bye.”
A pinkish-purple hammerhead, roughly the size and shape of a Volkswagon van slammed down on the pavement, shattering the sidewalk and revealing the hard-packed soil beneath. “Part of learning to deal with trauma is learning to deal with your anger at your abusers,” she quoted one of her mentors at the STAR Hotline, as she lifted the hammer - to reveal a large cavity, and Faust laying stunned and confused on an island of unshattered concrete. “Revenge can’t change the past - and if you stoop to revenge, you are no better than your abuser.”
She laughed. “I feel SO much better now!” The hammer vanished, and she turned to the hanging Grundy. “I’ll just put you two in a cage for the authorities.” She was a little too cocky, however.
Though cowed Faust as always had one last trick ready - a teleportation spell that required only a few gestures and fewer words. “Sorry, my dear. Incarceration just isn’t in my schedule (pronouncing the lst word with the British ‘shedule’)” ‘Poof’ - and he and Grundy were gone.
***~~~***
Back in his sanctum, Faust fumed in disgust. Being defeated by someone he had considered beneath him… twice no less… hurt his aristocratic sensibilities. “No doubt, our next encounter will involve her teammates as well. I must rebuild my alliances and repopulate my team. Because never fear, Star Sapphire, there WILL be another encounter. And this time, you will pay for indignity after indignity you have heaped on me!”
“If you keep talking to yourself, people will start to think you’re crazy,” a mature voice said from behind him. “I think Dollface already has enough crazy for your whole team.”
That she does,” Faust said, turning to his benefactor.
Lorn Jupiter was one of the best old school money men. He had made a career out of turning the crazy schemes of super villains into actual untraceable cash. It was a career that had made him unspeakably rich, but now he was bored. He wanted to sponsor his own young team… show them the ropes, so to speak. And Faust had the most promise of any rising young super villain he had met.
“So… your pungent friend seems more gruff than usual. Was there a setback?” Jupiter asked.
“Nothing that affected the mission,” Faust said, tossing him the priceless artifact.
Lorn Jupiter’s eyes grew wide as he rushed to catch it. “Don’t scare me like that. I’m not as young as I used to be.” He gestured with the statue, “You did good tonight, kid, but don’t let yourself get distracted. Those costumed do-gooders always turn up again whether you want them to or not. So, there’s always another chance to settle old scores.”
“I’ll keep that under advisement,” Faust said.
“You’re on your way, kid. If this score tonight is any indication, you’re going places.” With that, he turned and left the room.
“Right you are, Mr. Jupiter,” Faust said to himself. “And oh, the places I will have to go to get this team ready for when the Jr JSA comes looking for us.”