too hard lately.
“Mr. Schlecht—I mean, Gareth, it’s your press agent on three,”
Mary Kay Parker said through the intercom.
“Thanks Mary,” Gareth said, punching the button, “Hironemous.
It’s about time. What do you have for me?”
“It’s a big one Gare. I’ve got you on Brokaw.”
“Fine work,
compadré
.”
“You didn’t put the down payment on my new convertible for
nothing,” Hironemous Wurst cackled, then coughed. “The station
will send a crew next Thursday at two.”
“A.M. or P.M.?”
“Hey, not everybody works as hard as you, Gare. Over and out.”
“
Cíao
,” replied Schlechtmann, switching to another line and
buzzing Cain’s office.
“Cain.”
“Mister boss man. Who can I do for you?”
Gareth laughed politely despite the fact that the joke was so
painfully old. “No one today Cain. But I need you to get me what you
can on Brokaw. He’s coming in next Thursday for a piece. That gives
you six working days to put together an angle. Can you do it?”
“Well, I just got a big project from Barth, but I don’t see why I
can’t handle both. It’s only that dumpy scientist, after all.”
“I’m sure it’ll be no problem for you. Watch your wallet this
time.”
“Ouch,” groaned Cain. “When I find the kid who did that, I’m
gonna tear his lungs…”
“That’ll be all Cain.”
“Right-o, mister boss man.”
•
Creeping along in the shadows of night, the hero lurked, a
supernaturally enhanced ear following the strains of evening voices.
But for the dim streetlights, it was pitch black along the boulevard.
Still, he could see everything as if it were broad daylight. Blessed with
the power of invisibility, none could see him. A stranger drew near,
and the hero intentionally grazed him with his shoulder.
“What the—watch where you’re going you little freak!” cried the
man.
The invisibility was working perfectly. Had the stranger actually
H O L Y S H I T !
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