Postby Davidizer13 » Thu Jan 06, 2011 4:37 pm
Chimerus grabbed the resident sketch artist on the Cardshark - hired from the police, of course - and motioned him up to the penthouse. "Draw me somethin'; two people. First one is the Orichalcum Man. He's a big guy, white hair, 'bout my age. Wears tights - you know, the usual super getup. Got angry eyes...yeah, like that, that's close enough. Second one: Whirlwind. You know her?" The artist shook his head - Chimerus waved his hand.
"What, are ya stupid or somethin'? Right, it's a dame, looks like a Chinaman - what, why are you giving me that look? Fine...China-woman, then. She's got hair down to about here, white hair, and goggles." He looked over the sketcher's shoulder as he worked. "...Eh, good enough. Get outta here." The small man passed him both the drawings, then quickly gathered his things and hurried out the door. Weird fellow, he thought but he does his job all right. Heh, who am I calling weird? I'm the genetic freak here.
Reaching over to a microphone, he pushed the button and yelled into the device. He could hear his voice echoing through the halls just on the other side of the wall. "Ahoy, now hear this! This is the cap'n speakin', callin' y'all for a meeting on the meeting deck. Got new orders for ya - we've got targets ta go after!"
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Psalms 37:37 (NHEB)
Mark the perfect man, and see the upright, for there is a future for the man of peace.